You don’t see me as I see you.

You don’t see me as I see you.
You see me like a child, but I don’t see you
for your looks or your work
I see so much more.
A human, a man, a guy to love.
You’ll never see me in the way I see you.

You don’t know that I’m always thinking
of you and that every time you look at
me and smile, I just wanna hold you in my arms.
But I know that I have to move on and I will.

I’ve already moved on but I want you to know
that I’ll never forget you.
When I see you through the windows in the
classroom, you doest see me.

You don’t se me as I see you but somehow
I can say that I love you.

Okey.. a bad translation of a Pome I wrot
in 9th grade.. like.. two years ago..