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Remix (for ST)

My mistress’ eyes ain’t nothing like the sun.
They sparkle blue and grey, not like the sun,
and in their windswept waves I am undone.

My baby’s skin ain’t neither like a rose.
Like sandalwood in summer, not a rose,
and only, only, in my mind it glows.

My Honey’s laugh don’t ring like some sweet chime.
It’s trills and purrs, but not a ringing chime.
Its purring sounds my meter and my rhyme.
My love ain’t like anyone else I know.

I love ’cause she ain’t no one else I know
and no one else’s love’s so sweet and slow.
I don’t pretend she’s some Divine design,
but lay my heart before her ’cause she’s mine.

~ Charles Martinuzzi, 2026

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