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Her eyes tell a story that her words do not
I am hurt because of the lack of honesty
But more than anything, I want to help
She looks up at me, gloom in her gaze
I grab her hand, feel how cold it is
I am frozen, not by just her grip
But by the forboding feeling in my gut
Fear paralyzes me and consumes my conscience
Then she smiles, the sky brightens and my sun has returned
She controls my atmosphere with a simple expression
She must not understand the extint to which my love runs
Its embedded in my soul and I feel it escape my pores
She exudes confidence but still I see her insecurities
I want to build her up, make her strong and create a wall around us
But I need her permission first....