Reflections of My Perceptions
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You are extraordinary
If you are my hole then I am your key
If I am your house then you are the door to me
All over you like paint for you are the wall for me
I am your window and you are all I see
You are my roots and I am your tree
You, my honeysuckle, I your bumble bee
I must be your flour for you are my wheat
If I am your bread then you are my yeast
But I can only be your hunger if you are my feast
You are my essence for one is what one eats
Let me be your eye, you the tear rolling down my cheek
I will be your destiny if you will be what I seek
If I am your words then you are my speech
I will gladly go homeless if you are my newspaper sheet
If I am you secret then you are my keep
You are my heart, let me be your beat
I will be your strength when you are weak
And when you feel low,I will be your reach
I will continue to practice as long as you teach
You are extraordinary
If you are my hole then I am your key
If I am your house then you are the door to me
All over you like paint for you are the wall for me
I am your window and you are all I see
You are my roots and I am your tree
You, my honeysuckle, I your bumble bee
I must be your flour for you are my wheat
If I am your bread then you are my yeast
But I can only be your hunger if you are my feast
You are my essence for one is what one eats
Let me be your eye, you the tear rolling down my cheek
I will be your destiny if you will be what I seek
If I am your words then you are my speech
I will gladly go homeless if you are my newspaper sheet
If I am you secret then you are my keep
You are my heart, let me be your beat
I will be your strength when you are weak
And when you feel low,I will be your reach
I will continue to practice as long as you teach
You are extraordinary
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