We started with a flame,
That seemed so fierce and strong.
Our love was like a game,
Though I knew something could go wrong.
What little time together,
We laughed and we cried,
But didn't last forever,
And at the end I felt fried.
No matter what's been done,
I still can't let you go.
My heart still feels that one,
Though now we are apart in two.
But I hope in some alternate space,
Where our hearts cross paths once more;
The chance to rekindle our flame,
And hopefully one day we will run into each other arm.
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THE PREMISE OF LOVE
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