I sit here an wonder can you see what I see
See the changes in faces that my eye's perceive
For the face of a stranger changes when they become friends
An then when I love them their beauty has no end
An then down the road for reasons unknown
Love becomes hate an gives reason for a poem
So I sit here in thought, how can this be?
One person, four faces playing cruel tricks on me
But remember to thyself whatever the face
One perceives another with love or with hate
An tho you hate someone they are still to be loved
Even strangers and friends have someone to think of
An yes faces change through one's own eyes
But when you see one face the other's dont hide
So read this poem even though its written in youth
Faces might change, but the heart shows you the truth
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