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Rose Colored Glasses
I like it when you place me
Up above on a pedestal
I like how you say my name
Even my nickname with love
I like how you chase me
With persistence until I catch you
And flood your face
With lacy licorice kisses
I like your gentle voice
When you ask why I
Haven’t called at all
That days are too long
You make me feel seen
And special and esteem
And it’s enough for me
You can do no wrong
Copyright ©
Karen Jones
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