The window to the soul,
Paints a vibrant picture of oneself,
Who you are, what you stand for,
And what you believe.
I've closed my window,
I know who I am, what I want to be,
A husband to you,
Father to our children to come.
What grew of a dream,
Has poured in to reality.
Doubt is a wasted thought,
I have none when it come to you and I.
Although my "I love you,"
Currently echoes in this silent room.
I know the feeling is mutual,
and both our hearts hurt like hell.
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