Can you remember how we first started?
That first kiss we shared dancing,
And every night since staying up all hours to talk.
A single spark that was felt with four lips touching.
But love is a fragile thing.
With one single mistake it can end,
And that's what happened to you and me.
I can’t really say how it happened.
What I can say is it may have been destiny,
you coming to me
Maybe not forever
But long enough to make feel love for the first time.
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