Hidden In The Crowd

Many call themselves my friend.

They wear that name like a trend.

Friendships are like a hot cup of tea, while you hold,

With time, it gets cold.

 

I would've never guessed you noticed me. 

You then revealed that I'm all you see.

Out of them all,

How did I not see you stand so tall?

 

In that moment, I realized all along I was blind.

I didn't need anyone else to find.

I no longer stand in a haze,

You're the ray of sunshine to my gloomy days.

 

My life is blessed with you in it.

You're the perfect fit.

Now that I look into the crowd,

Our eyes meet for what we vowed. 

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