Tis good to know my face is not a book
Of common cliques and biddings overdone.
Parably, I may decieve those who simply look
While revelation opens up to certain ones
Who love and look beyond: What's in a word?
Agreed, one will define, but none will do justice to this
The pulsing of my heart and mind what's more
to make a plot of this nose and these lips.
While my eyes seem unaware your dig
Overturning soil:are you seeking a treasure hidden
It has been hard to confuse a foe so big
And turn this way and that, your hand to me forbidden.
So, read this riddle with eyes of love and see
The tenderness of Complex security,
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