If our smiles were to touch,
By a little or by much,
I fear that we might break—
For the chance of true love’s sake.
So we only look, and sigh.
We love alone, until we die.
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 4:39 PM UTC
If our smiles were to touch,
By a little or by much,
I fear that we might break—
For the chance of true love’s sake.
So we only look, and sigh.
We love alone, until we die.
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