I’ve told her how dark her eyes are
how it feels to run my fingers through her hair

How can such light come from in there?

It’s a mystery, I suppose
but I guess it just doesn’t matter

because it never goes away
or gives up
or loses it’s power
or it’s faith in me

she always says the right thing
even when what I say is wrong

people create testaments and monuments to faith like that
they put pen to paper
they write songs

because it feels so good
it’s life long

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