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Thoughts in my head, Silhouettes passing by, Cold tears of sadness I shed In the soft bed I cry. Your face reminds me of the past, The failed future and the burdensome present we have. Moments I thought would last, Were all simply forbidden love. Memories of you and happy times i remembered, Regret and sadness to me it gave. To you my life I surrendered, This heart of mine became a slave. Everything was happy and fine, Our love was young and free, Like a never ending bold line Like the green flourishing tree. Painting a smile was not so hard Tears and loneliness just pass away. All the 'I Love You's' and the valentine card Are now shadows of the romantic day. Then what has gone wrong my dear? What did I do to make you upset? Or something for you to shed a tear? Perhaps something that made your cheeks wet? Was I so insensitive? Blind perhaps? What could be your motive? Was everything about us just a mishap? 'Do you love me?', I aked of you 'I don't know' was all your response. Is this a sign that we are through? Is this the end of our romance? Everything happened in just a snap, Seconds seemed like hours and months like years, Memories of us together all became scrap Remembering you makes my eyes wet with tears. Tears not of joy but of sadness, Sadness I wish would turn to death. To eternally end my heart's incompleteness, To eternally end my every breath. Life without you is simply hell, Our togetherness' cessation for me is a mystery Sleepless nights and feelings of doubt I couldn't tell, And innumerable tearstains in my diary. You gave me reason to enjoy life, You completed my everyday, You ended my loneliness and strife, You accepted me in every way. Then why let go dear love? Why now that everything is fine? Couldn't we be forever inlove? Couldn't we be forever fine?

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