How perfect you were
For me to be yours
All accept your
Love for me.
For there was none.
None that I could see,
In your glistening brown eyes
Darker than the oak trees.
Your beautiful soft hair,
So boringly brown.
Yet, utterly perfect.
I may not be yours
But I certainly was
For that second that you
Made me feel special,
Made me feel wanted.
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