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NOTHING BUT YOUR EYES Time passed Insolent, while my sun was fading But no measure of time is enough To forget your laughs These moments with you on my side And actually what is my hand Without your heart to hold I don't know what I'm living for If life means seeing your absence Wherever my eyes set on I wish I could escape my feelings Ignoring the infinite part of me That loves you even more than the beginning . (spiritually linked to John Donne's poems) Debora Da CAMPO, Italy