Grey eyes, piercing with vision
like a switch blade when they blink,
which stare at you, break your will,
making you want to fall in love,
when she passed me by, I just stopped,
stared as if smitten by the look,
the look in her eyes, beside the elevator,
how could I help, not notice,
dressed in brilliant blue,
like a storm that swept by,
I looked out throught the window,
beside the elevator,
my soul called out your name,
the name of a tiger,
the one whom I seem to be becomming,
each day that passes by,
when I shall be you finally,
I would have to search for me,
maybe I'd be in the heart,
of mine, for you never made me yours,
I made me you, my choice I know,
I live,
in dreams maybe,
someday you may want me to call....
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