You remind me of Sunday nights
How you wait for things to fall together right before they can fall apart
I can feel your eyes pursue my emotion
Yet your heart never searches for even a pulse of devotion
Fixing puzzles may cure problems at hand
But these scattered little pieces soon become inescapable quicksand
Your piercing eyes seep through my soul
Don't begin to be the one to hide your own glow
I want to give him the world and travel the land
Yet the most magic I know is found in those hands
Yes, his touch is extremely kind but nothing compared to what is held in his mind
Turn the lights off while you turn my mind on
Not sure what I love more
his smile or his songs
-C.C.
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