I looked through the window
And saw in the skies
I saw beautiful blues
Of your beautiful eyes
When I saw the mole
At the left side of your nose,
It was as if cold was descending on my head.
When the mirror struggled
Reflecting beauty such as hers,
I felt as if spiders were
Crawling across my spine towards my neck.
As she sings a song, her voice
Swept the face of the mind like a sea breeze on a cold night.
When the moon decides to peep
Into the soul of the ocean
And became a lantern for the lonely fisherman.
Your thought soothes my soul
Because you are doing
Wonder like a rod of Moses.
I love that.
Please can we be more than a friend,
Can we be one +one = one,
Please can we be more than a friend?
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