Did you ever open pause to know.
Could you ever think,
that my love would not decrease.
Growing up, then spilling out and over.
Never loving, even though the climb.
Now in formal times,
you were never loved but once,
and now it deeply showing.
To be young, once as only then,
where loner is the past and short my stay.
To know again,
if even for a moment.
And the moment never comes.
Did you ever know about your secret,
of which I never told.
In a gust of wind there comes a time,
when still in need and as the leaf,
I must be blown away.
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