A poem called "Sweetie pie"
I find many things sweet,
even when they’re not.
Verses,
songs,
gestures.
I misunderstand all the time,
even when I understand.
Actions,
stories,
no words.
Gazes speak without words,
words say so much,
and gestures say everything.
I find many things sweet.
one of them,
you.






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