where I see the misplaced pain
that you can't see the beauty there
is a crime, such a shame.
The feelings surge on deeper
running through your veins
the very notion laughable
I wonder if you're sane.
How could you think you're not enough
so obvious in everything you do
your mind and soul laid naked, bare
and your passion shining through.
My soul couldn't bear it
if you spoke words so untrue
for as long as I exist
how could I NOT love you?
(c)Mary Irene Cousino
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