Our Love Story Continues.
Myself was heavy that I heard
And wasn't certain bad but was glad
On the journey of hers across the miles.
The long kiss soon gone than she left
Seeming so swift when she bade
What was once old then grew so cold
But was laid in me and not a lie
That our love story still continues.
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