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Mon, 10/23/2017 - 17:03 -- keg

As I’m sitting here looking at the sky,

I think of the blue in your piercing eyes.

I smile and laugh as I think of you,

And slowly start to realize.

It’s not your overwhelming beauty,

Nor your unforgettable smile,

 It’s not the perfect way you laugh at me,

Or how with you I feel complete.

I don’t love you because I should.

I don’t love you because I want to.

In daze it becomes quite clear,

I love you,

Because I love you.

This poem is about: 
Me
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