An Observed Thought
You read, I stare
You glare, I need:
Where is your mind?
Lost in a book?
May I intrude?
May I steal a look?
They spin, they dance, they intrigue while they wander
Through your green eyes, I see from o’er yonder
They discover the untold, unwrap the discarded
They contemplate the oceans, unknown, uncharted
They roam through the redwoods, no not a care
They roll like the river, provocative despair
You make, I love
You create, I love
I learn, I wish, I grow ever fonder
The beauty of yours, may spend a lifetime to ponder
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