Gracefully you lay your hand over mine,
You look at me, big blue eyes move me in every kind of way.
I close my eyes, take a deep breath,
hoping that when I open them again you'll still be there.
Somehow I feel my eyes burning and my lips are shaking,
conscience is not a matter, because it's the knowledge I keep,
that tell me you're hand was just an image and
your eyes are a vague vision of what we had.
Love won't overcome this and so I hope someday
you'll be able to forgive my foolishness and
notice not the person who I'm trying to be...
But please, notice me...
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