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As I’m sitting here looking at the sky,
I think of the blue in your piercing eyes.
I smile and laugh as I think of you,
And slowly start to realize.
It’s not your overwhelming beauty,
Nor your unforgettable smile,
It’s not the perfect way you laugh at me,
Or how with you I feel complete.
I don’t love you because I should.
I don’t love you because I want to.
In daze it becomes quite clear,
I love you,
Because I love you.
This poem is about:
Me
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