At First Sight.
i swallow fast.
as i think of him.
finally mine at last.
i picture his eyes.
as i see the sun rise.
i think of his lips
as the oceans rips.
and then i see the tears.
that he worrely clears.
i wonder why he crys.
and so i guess a bunch of lies.
for he chould not of spoken,
a year of happieness i was hopin.
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