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Time is slow is your eyes

I sit and stare at them often



For years your beauty has been mine

I took it all into my lonely heart



Your voice was so elegant

It clamed my worrisome soul



Years have passed very slowly

And my love for you has grown



I am undeserving of your friendship

Yet you seem not to see my love



I have tried before to make you mine

Should I give the search up now?



My heart tells me no, but what does yours say?

Yours is the more important



I have wanted this for years

Have I wasted these years away?