Some people find their reason swept away
By eyes of flame that fill them with desires;
Or voices brighter than the light of day
Or words more full of song than strings of lyres.
Their hearts are swayed by melancholy sighs
By wind-swept hair; romantic, honeyed phrases;
And pretty whispers, lovely crystal lies
Are all it takes to trigger manic crazes.
If all these fail to please, then some are won
By kindness, by a sweetness of the soul.
And some are moved by shyness; some undone
By confidence, or humour black as coal.
I'd like to say, on my poor heart's behalf,
I fell in love with you to hear your laugh.

(That was an interesting little attempt at a sonnet)

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