Not a poem

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If he could only see how he looked in my eyes.
If he could only he see how his glasses make his eyes greener,
If he could only see how his laugh makes mine wider,
If he could only see how innocent his lips look,
If he could only see how dashing he looks in the rented tux,
If he could only see how his smile made the room brighter,
If he could only see how deep his footsteps are in my heart,
If he could only see how his fingers wrapped around my soul,
If he could only see himself through me.

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