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There’s a piece of me that longs to know what you see when you look at me
Not the outer appearance solely
But what I make you think when I glance back at you
There’s a longing desire to know what this beauty is that you say you see
Is it something I do, say or react to?
Is it the way that I smile back at you or kiss you?
I wonder if its really something that you see or something that you feel
Is the beauty that you see something that is intangible that I can never
lose because its wrapped within love?
I dare not ask you
In all honesty… I don’t believe you’d have a definitive answer
Instead in your own way… I know you’d find a way, but would it be true?
Can a few words truly express how you feel and what you see?
Is it that simple?
What I feel for you I could never summarize
No paragraph harvests that much depth to properly define all that is you…
I just wonder what you see when you look at me…