Triolet to a Perceptive Girl

They see so much, your sparkling eyes.
They know if I speak false or true.
They're not just beautiful, but wise.
They see so much, your sparkling eyes.
They penetrate my thin disguise;
I cannot hide my soul from you.
They see so much, your sparkling eyes -
That’s why, you nosey bitch,  we’re through.

David Whippman

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