I don't see the world in your eyes
When I look into them
I don't see the path
I don't see the endless thousands of years of humanity falling apart on top and against each other
I don't see the wisdom
Millennia of campfires and meaningless conversations
Before we ever made any sense
Before there was language
I don't see the angst
The suffering
The hatred
The fear
I don't see the lonely trees
Of the land far away
Of original lands where we really are from
No, I don't see the tulips shiver in the morning rain
I don't see the kids play near the bales of hay
No,
There's not a chance,
When I look you in your eyes,
There's no a chance that you love me,
And one day,
That I do,
love you.
BS
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