I close my eyes
and you're all I see.
My thoughts, my dreams,
my reality.
When you're far,
my poor heart aches.
It's yours, protect it,
for goodness sakes.
Nobody more real,
no vision more true.
I learned to be happy
the day I met you.
Lost in my dirty mind,
it's time to come clean.
If my heart was a school
you would be its dean.
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