If beauty is in the eye of the beholder
I’ve never seen perfection before.
I see you.
My eyes are only eyes, after all; made by God
How did you come to be here?
How did you get out of my dreams, you sneaky butt puddin’ tane?
“Seeing, is believing”
My eyes are liars.
You CAN’T be real….
If “to each his own”
You are my “each”
Every little piece…
If “patience is a virtue”
I cannot wait….
To see you, hold you, kiss you…..
I think of you and I yearn, I crave.
…..therefore; I am not a virtuous man.
You are my guilty pleasure.
I am a sinner according to your gospel.
“You got to give a little to get a little”
I don’t need much from you…
I am not selfish.
I am not charitable, by nature.
I may not be much.
But as long as you think, I am….
It’s not that tough being a figment of your imagination….
I am only, me.
I am what you make me.
I am, you am….we am….
We am happy.