The Word Is Hanna
I'm eager to convey
your own complexity
However I, in a way
Doubt my ability
There's too much of something
Hidden deep into you
That I spent hours trying
to find words that suits you
That shows the best of you
The way I'm seeing you
So you could see yourself
And you'll say, "I love her"
When her gaze sets the world!
as she dance while she stood.
And her eyes gentler
than it looks, but better.
Whenever our eyes meet
I just know that there is,
Something very pleasant
When you simply exist.
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