I'm looking at you through my masked disguise
My eyes are transfixed on you
Like a photographer watching the morning rise
Under the impression
That you wouldn't consider me
My doubts of being accepted
Are as deep as the Pacific sea
As I wait to ask my question
The question of my love
I wait patiently for a sigh
From the powerful god above
If you and me becomes us
I hope that you could see
That everything that happens
Is how god intended it to be
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