We held hands in the wet garden,
And inhaled each other's breath.
I held you so tenderly.
You held me the same.
You started saying sad things to me,
And I you.
We made each other angry.
Why did we?
Don't shut that door.
Keep the door of the heart open,
Even when you're mad.
You have made me sad,
With your disapprovals.
I love you.
Don't shut that door.
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