The pair of eyes watch you everyday
The eyes don’t process you;
But the mind.
But it’s my eyes that admire.
Self conceited, it seems, that I would only admire your physical shell
I don’t know you, but I want to
Sappy and lovey-dovey it seems, but it’s true
Until I know you, everything in all,
Your outside will be the only thing that matters
Self conceited, I know, but you like me just the same
With all of the self conceit.