You smile at me as if you have a great secret.
And I, in all my years, might be too wise to see it.
You're pure potenial while I have expired.
While you seize the day, I fear I've grown tired.
You're love is fearless, you're courage is bold.
I know I have cowered and let things grow cold.
Yet you look at me as if my knowledge is deep.
Though I am concinved you have lessons to teach.
You find me lovely, when you're the golden child.
I'm humbled and privleged you're warmed by my smile.
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