TO A THIEF
YOUR EYES MEAN NOTHING
TO A WIZARD
YOUR LIPS SAVES NO LIFE
TO A PIRATE
YOUR HAIR BURIES NO TREASURE
TO A MAP MAKER
YOUR SKIN TELLS NO TALE
YOUR BREATH STARTS NO FIRE
BUT IT BURNS MY PASSION WHEN IT MEETS MY NECK
YOUR HANDS BUILT NO MOUNTAIN
BUT THEY ARE STRONG ENOUGH TO HOLD MY HEART
TO ME YOU ARE EVERYTHING THAT REALITY CANNOT CREATE
BUT YOU ARE REAL
YOU, ARE MY AMAZE.
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