A creamy and milky love had gone too fast
A warmth and softness of hand touch had vanished too soon
Dear, you regarded a pure compassion as wind pass
Then a windy January blew it off to the moon.
When it was a clearly a love to share
A half way there, it was besotted
Seemingly, for you love was too bare
The time could hardly make it stopped.
We used to cherish a greeny feeling of a crush
Dreaming and wishing it would be a love essence
You said we were not in a rush
Accidentally too fast an too soon you went without a backward glance.
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