When I Look at you
When I look at you, you make we weak.
Can this be real that you are mine?
Looking into your blue eyes I get butterflies and can't even speak.
When I look at you, you make me weak.
Silently praying for you when you are asleep.
At times the happiness runs down my cheeks, and you say please don't weep.
When I look at you, you make me weak.
Can this be real that you are mine?
Copyright © Hannah Bryant | Year Posted 2024
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