They all said you were just a boy,
They all said you were nice, but just too young for me.
Looked at you, I looked at two.
The one in their eyes,
The one in mine.
Your shyness and youth, that was the boy they saw,
Your stability and depth, that was the man in my eyes.
Your eyes, your lips, the way you stared at me.
Your chest, your temperature, the way you held me tight.
Not being blind, but not being sophisticated,
This second, I simply wanted it to fall asleep next to you.
Next second, I just wanted it to wake up next to you,
Listening to you whispering in my ear
'Good Morning, Beautiful.'
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