When I first saw your face
for my buddy
The first time I saw you,
Your face stole my voice
The first time I saw you,
My heart galloped away
I had to stare
You were the mountains, you were the oceans, you were all the forests and all the beauty in the world
I had to stare
I had to hold you
I had to bring you close and keep you
Love at first sight
I would proudly die for you…
I would gladly live for you
I had to cry
It couldn’t be helped
My soul poured out through my eyes
My face was a mess of tears and of snot
And of fears laid bare
I needed to hold you,
My heart commanded me so
to confirm you were real
You were swaddled in a a raiment of amniotic slime and my arms were your blanket when your eyes first met mine
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Sam Spinelli
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