Friday, April 16, 2021

Glued

As early morning sunshine brushes her face
I could not simply avert my gaze
Because the way the wind sways your hair
Makes me wish I was forever there

Brown eyes I could get lost for days
Beauty is there with all its trace
In the things I love and great at most
Her eyes is where I'm often lost

Complimenting mostly in surface
There are things I love underneath
Values of yours I won't replace
Heart of yours I wish to stay

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