The pink cherry blossoms on the tree outside
Match your geisha like lips.
I admire you from afar, with my eyes open wide
Watching the way you shake your sultry hips.
I know each freckle on your nose
And the pale tones of your skin.
Like the burnt orange colour of a rose
against snowdrops blossoming in spring.
But you don’t recognise my lily white face
Or want to gaze into my amber flecked eyes
All you want is to dance and be chased
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