he is a calmy storm
a silence thunder
I don't whether I should run or watch your entire rumble of greatness as you walked in my life.
for maybe when asked God to give me a sign
He gave me you
and that's on an answered pray
I somewhat like the way you looked at me,
it's the kind of passion that I never have for myself
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Poetrywords after words describe what my eyes see and my heart feels.