Look.

My eyes are not light but opaque and dark brown

for in them do all my secrets drown

and make a wonderful hazy veil - 

my faithful shield, never to fail.

My hair is densely filled with air

and a million of my other airs and cares

It's long, it's true, but shapeless too

and strands sometimes fall out of queue.

My eyebrows though, are quite stellar!

Dark unidentical caterpillars 

that dance erratically across my forehead

- though, they hurt a lot when being threaded.

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Her eyes are like warm pools of honey

and her thoughts are almost runny

for they flow out of her eyes like phlegm

and I catch each and every one of them.

Her hair falls heavy and without a care

and trails away from her here and there.

A dark haven for burning hands

I am home amongst these strands.

Her eyebrows though I cannot love

they never seem to rise above

the level at which they always rest;

to make them move will be my eternal quest.