I see myself reflected in your green eyes,
in times of tears, also in times of joy
and wonder at the powers you employ
to bring light to me, to the darkest skies
and although your words hit deep without lies,
your smile at times may be but a decoy,
but your feelings comes without any ploy
as something quite strange where the self dies
where love becomes a kind of witchery,
that offers everything totally selfless
and gives without any hesitation
in everything that you do for me
bringing energy, a sweet kind of rest
when you are act without anticipation.
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