Of all the hearts cupid's arrows missed
Or the lips that I have never kissed
Yours are the ones that keep me up at night
Of all the sights that I may not see
Or all the eyes I've searched endlessly
Yours are the only ones I'll miss tonight
Of the thoughts that were inside my head
Or all the words I should have said
I missed the only three that sounded right.
Thor Kessler 2009
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