Face to Face
Poems and Prose
Sunday, September 13, 2015
Perfect
What does it mean to be the apple of my eye?
Must have been the feeling of an apple loving guy
Maybe you should be the beating of my heart!
It skips a beat or two whenever we're apart
Whatever name we give it, that missing part of me
Is the perfect place you are meant to be.
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