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Through The Door
I see you through the peephole,
Pacing back and forth,
Long before you ring the bell.
And I let you,
Take your time,
Before you get ready,
To finally come in.
It is a sight to see,
Because you're trying to hide the flowers,
Behind you, at first,
Then wondering if they're a good idea or not,
And I'm in here,
Silently screaming,
Please bring them in,
I want them!!!
Until you finally make up your mind,
And let a deep breath out,
See straight at the peephole,
And somehow know,
That I'm looking at you,
For your smile,
That very smile,
I have started liking lately,
A little extra genuine,
A lot extra happy,
All for me,
Like I smile for you.
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