Therewill never be a group of words to tell you who you are,
If you met yourself,
You'd love yourself,
Im Lucky to know who you are.
Inspire me to not hurt me,
Words will never be enough,
Its hard to understand it really,
But to know you is to know it,
And to feel it is to not analize it.
I wish I could find something to say,
Describeing how you are,
But every time I find the words,
They fade away,
Standing next to your beauty,
And these words that decay,
Are meaning less to begin with,
And dare not try to challange it,
With out a doubt,
Your name infinitely spoken,
In each seconds time,
by every life form known,
For the rest of their lives,
And so on Untill the never end of time,
Wont cover the smallest piece of what you desurve,
Can you see?
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