The windows are grimy: I think of you 

And they’re translucent suddenly

The day is grey but with a few

Thoughts of you it gleams for me

The dusty street becomes a wonder

A heaven, with the spell I’m under

The spell works best when you’re around

Making my eyes mirrors of joy

Transforming every random sound

To splendid music: a dreamy boy

Young with love’s daftness am I with you

And with its wisdom an old sage too. 

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