She doesn't see the moonlight in her eyes;
I see the moon, the stars, and heaven too.
I'm hoping someday soon she'll realize
She's making this old fool feel so brand new.
How do I let her know how much she's worth?
Maybe a poem, maybe a love song.
Am I too late, or is this my rebirth?
What if my "this feels right" turns out all wrong?
Dreams come and go, and illusions abound;
Why would I even think I stand a chance?
Right now I'm just hoping she'll stick around
Long enough to help me through this slow dance,
'Cuz I think I might have stepped on her toes.
She smiles, laughs, and leaves lipstick on my nose.
© 2019 David Acosta Perez
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