A time for us
Every summer the sun was touching your skin,
Your fingers, your cheeks, your nose and then your chin,
And I dreamt that one day I will touch them, too,
I dreamt I could hold your face and then kiss you.
I dreamt of feeling your wet, soft lips on mine,
I dreamt of sharing a home and a red wine,
My heart was so loud, but my mouth was so still,
I kept my dreams inside, and I always will.
Now you have a wife, a daughter and a son,
My heart is so empty, and nothing is fun,
It's way too late to say how much I love you,
I wish you were mine, I wish you loved me, too.
My dear friend, we'll never have a time for us,
We won't share a home or a kiss in a bus,
My dear friend, it is so hard to let you go,
Without you, my heart is soft and cold like snow.
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