I would love to look at this happily.

So many vantage points, and they say it's not over.

But my eyes are always locked a little awkwardly on you,

Even when I have the freedom to see everything.

It's strange to watch someone watching me,

But I guess those before us knew the same light.

Maybe when I notice that you can lift my weight,

I'll see that he can lift hers, too.

The shadow of an everlasting but welcomed clip

On the idea that a lot of us admittedly thought.

Even you and her, too. We may've suggested it.

But no. You're mine, I'm yours. We're the same.

And I can see you know it too, when we lock eyes.