The eyes of yours,
Is something pure,
What are you seeing,
Something I'm needing?
I'm puzzled about we,
But I will always love she.
Someday I will know what she sees.
-A random poem I made
The eyes of yours,
Is something pure,
What are you seeing,
Something I'm needing?
I'm puzzled about we,
But I will always love she.
Someday I will know what she sees.
-A random poem I made