You told me you felt ugly and I told you that you weren’t.
I didn’t know how to tell you I used to build dreams about a face like yours.
I couldn’t find words for the thing your eyes did when you talked about the people you love.
I stared at your mouth while you spoke in between moments of feeling like I’ve known you my entire life,
Wondering how the same God who made me came up with you.
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