The yellow to my blue
She is my compliment...
The happiness to my sorrow
And the pain of my laughter
Through the glass door i see her
I knock, but she cannot hear
I wave, but she cannot see
She is deaf to my calls
She is blind to my presence
In silence i wait
Gazing through the glass door
The key is...
Around her heart
.....Dustin Micheal Baer
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