I spy on your FaceBook
And with a keen look
I go over the pages
For one hour but ages
I have all your whereabouts
Your small talks
With family and friends
And all your walks
All the time I see the same beautiful face
As it were fifteen years ago
Still glowing with youth
And to tell the truth
Age did never tell on you
And it will never do
Tracing back
I follow your track
To catch those beautiful smiles
And the perfume that I can feel
From hundreds of miles
Of course, I know it very well
It is yours, only yours
Are you still twenty-two?
We still in love with you
Your good news remains in the heart
I am always happy
When seeing happiness on your face
And the beauty that I can easily trace
But then,
And only then I feel the loss
My great loss
And the great mess
Then I understand
How you slipped away from my hand
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