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I could never explain

in a string of words

why I became

particularly fond of you

Was it your smile

that caught my eyes

or was it the laugh

that stood out from other guys’

Was it the kind words

formed by your lips

or was it the joke

that you like to speak

It wasn’t the looks

that stood out the most

you shouldn’t judge books

based on its cover

As I said before

I’m not good with words

nor can you sing

as well as those birds

I had no clue

why I was enraptured

all that you are

has got me captured

All I know

is that you were my first

my almost

that never happened


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