That one and only window
the one near her bed
overlooking the countryside
just as she opens her eyes
her self portrait
making sure my eyes have sight.
Come tonight
when we’re out listening to music
I’ll inch up super close
whisper a set of words
ask demanding
taking her wrists
spinning on tiptoes
stretched upturned
eyes lost inside of eyes
just like this morning
her beautiful reflection.
All of us hope and pray
for that special someone
who will come along
and that’s the one
and only thing about love,
the random madness,
that in an instant
you’re stricken
with its sickness
and its cure.
The girl is my witness
only she can properly see
the love drawn beauty
I so sorely crave.
The world,
and all its pretty places
its not too hard
to see something so beautiful.
Perhaps we all should share
our own sunrises
to turn our world
that is in such turmoil
and heal her
from the inside
out.
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