Lost in your eyes?

Never in a million years.

I become too much around you.

More than anything I was before.

Sure I could get lost,

But being found is a lot better.

In your eyes I’m everything.

My biggest cheerleader.

Yet I’d had never utter your name.

Then a moment hit.

You waiting for me and I finally crossed you.

Like stars colliding or hand making cotton candy.

A process so tiring to become, for an instance of sweet.

Wow, how much you mean to me.

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P.S (It’s me and God)