I speak of a love
So childlike and pure
Of sweet nothings and care
And love songs galore.
A romance so juvenile
So brittle so new
Was something we thought
We needed to live through.
Then came the end
To a love that had paled.
A comforting goodbye
With endless hours of pain.
Each night soaked with tears
I’d dream about the day
Where sweet love you'd come
And take...
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