I Shouldn'T Be Eying Her

I shouldn’t be looking Eyes pull me to her She’s a distant thing Mind craves to reach the star! I shouldn’t be eying her She is too distant But right now she seems not far She rules me this instant! My eyes give a furtive lick Rolls on her pretty skin My mind gives a joyous squeak If her I could win! She knows I’m eyeing her A star that too knows She knows in her beauty’s spur My love’s dying throes! I shouldn’t be looking My eyes know it too well But mind on forbidden wings To the distant star sails! My longing glance slips on her Eyes dream to glue on her face Soon she would be a distant star Swallowed in emptiness!