I see her happy and I think
of all the chances I never had
to make her see herself through my eyes
For she could only see herself through others
A thing of beauty, an object of desire
Someone I couldn't hold
Though want was there
a piece was missing
Some fragment of my whole misplaced
could never make her happy
Though I longed to try
I see her happy and I think
Is she seeing herself now only through his eyes
Clouded by love, but reflection still
Or at last does she see herself as she is
Intrinsic to herself
A masterpiece waiting to happen
A wildflower in bloom
I see her happen and I think
of all the chances I never had
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