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Blah My hands falter at your lips
Wanting desperately to probe the depths inside
Your soul
Thinking that maybe
If I probe deeply enough
I will find what exactly it is
That makes you you
And me
Something not as beautiful
As you are
I think that maybe
One of these days
I will discover the secret to your inner beauty
Maybe find something that will give me a clue
Knowing that when time passes time by
I will be none the wiser
Then, or ever
As to why I love you.
August 30, 2003
