So old yet so young staring back at me.
As I look within that mirror,
Oh, how I crave just to hear those words from your lips.
My eyes feverishly searching of some recognition that they may come over those lips of yours.
Yet seeing they are not there,
I shift them down, unrealizing a stray tear of betrayal has gone left my eye.
For it seemed my heart knew all of this time I was never going to obtain those words I was seeking.
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