You
You feel so unsure when you look at your reflection,
but unlike a faulty plug...I know we’d have a good connection
You clearly define perfection...and I know I’m sure,
So I always sit and wonder why you still feel insecure.
Those beautiful brown eyes...mesmerize me every time,
but even when out of sight...just know that you’re still in mind
Being with you is like heaven...everything feels so right
you’re my eleven/eleven...I wish for you every night.
The first time I saw you...I swore sparks flew,
after just one look at you...I already knew
That something even better than being my valentine,
is being able to one day finally call you mine.
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