I'm seeing other women

everywhere I turn.

But none of them consume me,

for none of them I yearn.

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I notice all their attributes

the ones they haven't got

None of them are close

to the you that fills my thought.

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At seeing them I still have breath,

from them my eyes still wander,

I feel no need to follow them,

when only you I ponder.

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Their smiles lack the sparkle

in the corner of their eye.

My heart no danger breaking

if I ever made them cry.

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Their words a distant muble

I have no ears to hear.

No need to wander closer,

as I only want you near. 

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Their figures far from stunning,

No desire for me to touch,

to hold, to love, to be with,

for kisses, hugs, and such.

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Their minds and hearts too shallow, 

to capture my attention,

they lack your understanding,

and all your comprehension.

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So I'm seeing all these women

as I walk around alone

and I wonder if I'll ever

find you back at home.

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Because the women that I see,

only get a passing glance,

because my eyes are searching,

in case there's still a chance,

that I might see you somewhere,

walking in your ways,

and maybe for a moment,

I can capture your sweet glaze. 

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And if only for a moment

I might get to see you smile,

I'll stay lost in that moment,

for as long as is a while.

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When seeing all these women,

there's one thing I can't do-

It's seeing myself with any

who isn't one but you.

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