They don't see
 The same things 
 When they look at me
 
 Through the gifted lens of an angelic soul
 Unlike you
 They never see my true world
 Reflections from a loving heart
 Mirrored in hate filled eyes
 A manifestion pure enough
 To distil all the wicked lies
 
 Reflection
 Contradiction
 Perfection
 
 They don't see
 The same things 
 When they look at me
 
 It's a view reserved
 For just One
 
 I love You

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