Epiphany, By Good Problem Poem by Gabriel Owino Jr.

I see it
When i see myself in your eyes
I see the colours of bliss
Once thought to be in dreams
So tell me,
Do you see yourself in my eyes

Lets not lie please
Your touch
It quakes this heart
These silly nerves
They yearn to connect
To make you see the feeling
Tell me you want closure too

this simple words
too easy on paper
But to write on you
My ink becomes faint
My hands become unworthy
Tell me what to do
Please