U S (a poem)

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I look at her
I coudn't believe she was mine
When I looked straight into her eyes I saw a little sparkle, perhaps she was thinking the same thing about me
I thought about my bad times, but then again she had her bad times to
I tucked a hair that was covering her eye behind her ear.
I leaned in closer and when I almost touched her lips
I whispered "I guess that two wrongs make it right"

This is a thingie my girlfriend wrote ♡

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