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You stare at me all the time;

I think that's the main reason

I subject myself to your arms.



For the longest time, I was able

to count the seconds on one hand

of how long I could stare back.



Then, sometime after the alarm

rang that it was too late,

I stared at you longer and longer



as if you had become more attractive

when I knew the pressure of

being with you was gone.



The last time I looked at you

I felt more love than ever to the point

that I almost mouthed the words.



Here, I thought I could never

love you as much as you loved me.

My, how the tables have turned.