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By Chance Her Lips



By chance her lips which could sink ships, should sail my merry way,

Then off to sea, you will find me, setting sail today,



And on the shore, with nothing more, than eyes to take her in,

Her beauty sends, the waves that bend, me crashing to begin,



A course once set, with no regret, but spectacle at end,

As lips do treat, and eyes do greet, a weary fellow's mend, 



So hark I say, and come that day, may beauty find its path,

And be it straight, with bridled gait, and ever may it last,



But if my words should rightly urge the motions I reveal,

Then my dear, when traveling near, by chance my lips are sealed.

Chamel Raghu

2002