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Your Hand In Mine

Your hair so gracious,
your eyes sparkle and gleam,
but not even the greatest writers or artists,
can embody your beauty.

I look at you,
and see perfection,
I feel insignificant when around you,
I feel as though my eyes are not worthy,
of seeing even a glimpse of your shadow.

You’re smart, funny, polite, and kind,
as well as athletic, charming, gracious, and beautiful,
to me you are the definition of perfection.

In you there is but one flaw,
drought,
you think of yourself as simple,
you are not,
you,
are perfect.

You are sweet,
your intelligent,
and when you look at me…

I would talk to you in person,
but I know you would say no.
I can only dream,
of holding your hand in mine.

When I’ around you,
I’m careless,
I just wish to impress you,
when I look into your eyes,
I get lost in a pool of wonder,
and I can’t help but watch,
the way your hair blows through the breeze,
taking me with it,
the way your skin gleams in the sun,
it dazzles me.

How your teeth shine florescent white,
your voice sweeter than the song bird,
all this is why your perfect to me,
and nothing less.

My wish is,
for you and me to be,
and,
to hold your hand in mine.