Your wrinkles turn you blue.
Your hair makes you mad.
Your dress grabs your time.
Your wall posts state you’re insecure.
Even your eyeglass won’t help you,
To clearly see the obvious
Just let your worries disappear.
And take a deep breath.
Turn your head at your side.
Look at me.
Right then, you’ll figure out.
LOVE is all that matters after all.
Dec 14, 2011
Dec 14, 2011 at 8:50 AM UTC
Your wrinkles turn you blue.
Your hair makes you mad.
Your dress grabs your time.
Your wall posts state you’re insecure.
Even your eyeglass won’t help you,
To clearly see the obvious
Just let your worries disappear.
And take a deep breath.
Turn your head at your side.
Look at me.
Right then, you’ll figure out.
LOVE is all that matters after all.
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