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[penguinpunk]

Lament of the Next Best Thing
A villanelle

He works so hard to turn me into you-
A beautiful creature, both cursed and blessed-
And tries to exchange my green eyes for blue.

In plain words he speaks so lucid, so true,
Gives unending praise: I am barely less,
Yet he works hard to turn me into you.

I stroke his hand, as he would have you do;
Your essence, it haunts his every request.
He tries to exchange my green eyes for blue.

He lends a leading hand to pull me through
And unnerving gazes that effervesce,
But still works hard to turn me into you.

Shaking hard with fits or lust's stark view,
He twists his hands through every raven tress
And tries to turn my precious green eyes blue.

From grief to bliss, I’ve given both their due,
But find relief lying against his chest;
He works so hard to turn me into you,
Still tries to exchange my green eyes for blue.

EDIT: Made some changes. Newest version is above.