The Same

I think she is beautiful;
Just not in every way.
I think we are opposites;
Yet we’re still somehow the same.

I think that she’s crazy;
She thinks that I’m mad.
She thinks that I’m heartless,
But I can feel it when she’s sad.

I’m the only one who sees her;
But she thinks I might be blind.
She thinks I’m an enemy,
But I’m the closest friend she’ll ever find.

She thinks I confound her;
Yet only she can understand.
I am at her arm’s reach,
Yet how I wish to grasp that hand.

I think she’s the closest
To love I ever came.
I think that we’re opposites;
Yet somehow… still the same.

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