patience and all the other virtues you do or do not have
it's tuesday; loving you is easy.
I read bad poetry
into your machine.
I save your messages
just to hear your voice.
You always listen carefully
To awkward rhymes.
You always say your name,
like I wouldn't know it's you,
at your most beautiful.
I've found a way to make you smile.
At my most beautiful
I count your eyelashes, secretly.
With every one, whisper I love you,
I let you sleep.
I know you're closed-eye watching me, listening.
(I thought I saw a smile.)
I've found a way to make you smile
I've found a way...
A way to make you smile.
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-- R.E.M. 'at my most beautiful'.
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( it really is, you know. ♥ )