I never had the love I dreamt,
Romantically, my life was spent,
Yet it was void of sentiment,
You did not feel the Love I felt.
The moments cross, the seconds wane,
I feel this intense, piercing pain,
A longing for a Look, A Touch,
That used to say, ' Love you so much! '.
And now, My Love, has come, the day,
When we must part and go our way,
There's really nothing more to say,
'I'll love you, Always', anyway.
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