So as you had asked me where had I been.
My eyes met yours and my troubles began.
As a second had flown away as quickly as the first.
My shy had become the person you'd unearthed.
So when my attempts had been success and my count was now to three.
My priorities shuffled just when the answer had come to me.
My reply was unneard as you tilted your head.
So I stepped in one closer and repeatedy my breathes.
Now the eyes that have met are found as one does.
As two we will always as long as kept with ones love.
©bbukowsky
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