Wednesday, 2 January 2013

My heart needs glasses

Our eyes make contact
But even with the aid of contacts
My vision is still blurred
My eyes do not clearly see
What is placed in front of me
A great man who is madly in love with me
Who would gladly place the world at my feet
But I walk past him
Because my long-sighted love sees another man, not him

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