The distance between love and lost loved,
is a yearning that can be spoken but not acted.
Then it would have been nothing to do
but to restrict myslf unto myself,
having nothing to do yet i wanted so much
of that i did want but could not have.
A past that haunted the ghost of my heart.
Now fleeting and flying from me
as i understand it fully,
now as shall ever be.
to love all of my being as i would had loved,alas
its not too late start loving the one in front of me.
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