If at all love travels faster than light
And is always a thing of destiny,
Then by all means it is before first sight,
Before first din be it huge or tiny,
Hidden in the dreams we have had at night
But in the morn remember not any
Love, it feels different every second-
To highs none can explain when it they find.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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