Some rhyming like those in kindergarten, Some unrhymed like chaotic clouds, Some with the immaturity of a teenager, Some with the innocence of a tyke
Sometimes I feelOverwhelmedWith loveFor you
When you love meThoughI can't quite believeIt's true
SometimesWhen you speakThoughtsStolen from my mind
I can't tellAre you a reflectionOr are we justInfinite mirrors
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