I see myself,
And I like what I see,
Neither who I want to be,
Nor what some wish I was,
Just me.
In your eyes,
Which stare into mine,
Honest and loving,
Soothing and gentle,
They make me believe.
And I like what I see,
Neither who I want to be,
Nor what some wish I was,
Just me.
In your eyes,
Which stare into mine,
Honest and loving,
Soothing and gentle,
They make me believe.
1 comment:
This is supposed to be a Love poem.
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