As rain falls angrily on our tin roof,
we sit in front of the fire,
you draw me near,
you ask me about the diamonds in my eyes.
I reply that you should look closer,
look and read what is behind,
my eyes are just a reflection of what is inside,
and you took my advice.
Oh you dense black hole,
you are confused so easily,
gaze into my eyes,
and kiss me-we are one.
As you see,
I am ready to be held,
I miss the way you look at me,
and I miss the way you can tell.
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