how, why, what
How do I get you to be mine and ALL mine?
Why can't I just let the thought of us being go?
What faith has brought you into my life?
Every time I close my eyes you invade my mind.
I see you. Your Eyes.
Your amazing Eyes.
Your unforgettable Eyes.
They are as beautiful as the creation of Life.
I can sit for hours just gazing into you Eyes.
Living in them.
Finding comfort in them.
They inspire me.
They cause explosions in my mind, breaking down my defenses I need to resist you.
They render me helpless like a spider's web.
I can feel them touch my soul, my spirit, my body.
But there is something missing.
The one thing I pray to see in your eyes is obsolete - Me.
How can I get there?
Why do you keep me out?
What do my words matter to you?
I debate for hours with myself on this topic. I wish I had the solution.
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