Lost In Love

I see behind those pretty little eyes. The beauty of which a thousand years couldn't possibly change. I see Pure beauty, but what do you see in me? Do you see a stubborn boy filled with kindness. Or what you want, you believe you see. A boy you ignore in a good way. Not meaning to be cruel, but kind. Am I that fool that falls for you, or am I the smart one for knowing you in your ways.