I know your mind like the back of my head,
Surely this attraction is corporeal,
But your eyes they call to me with words unsaid,
Revealing my past self’s memorial,
I promised never to obsess like this,
Another broken vow discarded,
But you know what, I would still be in bliss,
If to me, your gaze is awarded,
So much for the philosophy of love,
Are we but lost souls at the end of the day?
A slave to a choice made up above,
A prisoner to what your eyes portray.
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