Would time tell that once we were
Two wandering kinds in the realm of love
Knew we belong yet denied
It was just blooming in our hearts
What I abandoned
To love one thing and hate another
Young love is but a fountain of memories
You cherish it with your toes curling
Deep in my heart I knew you're the one
You're tender, rare and witty
You were an innocent rose
Spreading its scent to unfamiliar world
You're a flower whose beauty
matches no vase.
27th/December/2023
Dec 27, 2023
Dec 27, 2023 at 2:37 AM UTC
Would time tell that once we were
Two wandering kinds in the realm of love
Knew we belong yet denied
It was just blooming in our hearts
What I abandoned
To love one thing and hate another
Young love is but a fountain of memories
You cherish it with your toes curling
Deep in my heart I knew you're the one
You're tender, rare and witty
You were an innocent rose
Spreading its scent to unfamiliar world
You're a flower whose beauty
matches no vase.
27th/December/2023
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