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.