When I first saw you
You were below than normal
Not even just fine
And all of suddenly
I can't tell when
You grew on me
You seem to be so unreacheable
And by some points of view you really are
But by others you are as reacheable than the ground
How I stop all of this to become a blur?
Because all I have is the memories
Memories of a day with a situation that might never come back
My heart begs for a better treatment
My soul begs for a mate
I beg silently, with my eyes
Please, be mine.
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