How abnormal I find you, my twice-treasured creature!
How can beauty be basic and more than its features?
How I want to travel your form 'til I learn
All of its ranges and fields and blind turns,
But I'd most like to find your mind's entrances, exits,
and assail them with love's winds and rains, weather's kiss.
Since the best part of you won't admit fingertips,
I'll explore with my words once I've knocked with my lips.
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