When I stare at your eyes
I see into, but not through
Young feelings are so true
as old feelings crumble
Your eyes are so humble
Mine are still staring
Seeing without caring
Is like tearing a bees stinger
From beneath the skin of a finger
When you stare at my eyes
I see no lies
Sparkles run up and down my arm
Electric shivers drip down my spine
And I thank god for creating this time
And for allowing your eyes to
Connect with mine
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