They told me to write a poem about you.
I began to imagine your eyes, your smile, the sound of your laugh...
But I didn't write a damn thing on the paper.
Perhaps, they thought I didn't love you enough. But honey, they couldn't read me.
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They told me to write a poem about you.
I began to imagine your eyes, your smile, the sound of your laugh...
But I didn't write a damn thing on the paper.
Perhaps, they thought I didn't love you enough. But honey, they couldn't read me.