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I've Seen His Face Before

   I've seen his face before.

      Looked into his mocha eyes.      Mouth agape.      Mind's eye unfocused.   On the cobbled rue; he stands   watching me.
   Among his chums; he indirectly guffaws.
I've seen his Adonis face beforein the shrouded crooks of the village.His smile addicting.My surroundings a blur.
I've seen his enticing grin before in a crowded inn,
among the rummies.When the campana of the basilica tolls,
I bet I could hear his heart flogging over me.