Us Two

Curls slip down to frame your face,

And frost glitters like the fire in your eyes.

Drawing patterns as delicate as lace,

And more beautiful than all the skies.

I cannot help but think that your mind must be a beautiful place,

And my thoughts must be impossible to disguise.

For you look at me in that way you do,

As though daring me to look away.

As though I have a hope of pulling my eyes from you,

As though I could bear to look away.

I cannot help but think that all the world watches, too,

Thinking we must be characters in a play.

Watching with bated breath,

As we destined-two walk the stage.

As though we're characters in a favorite book,

And they cannot help but turn the page.

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