Like a picture of the sunset, fails to capture proof,

of all my eyes are seeing, the beauty of this truth. 

So are the words I've written, to vague to specify,

who you are to me, but still I have to try.

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To tell you one last time, what I've filed the times before.

For you to hear my heart, for this love I seek restore.

To see you as I see you, not just words that I have said,

but to feel the way I feel, to know my truth instead. 

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Not doubts nor fears and paints, that closed your heart to me, 

just a moment of my existence and I know that then you'd see.

How thoughts of you consume me, in everything I do. 

But the words I write cannot convey, the way I feel for you. 

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And when I try to write, I find myself defeated,

and when I speak it's gibberish, so I find myself retreated. 

No combo written of word and rhyme, could ever capture proof,

of how I feel about you, of the beauty of that truth. 

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