The first time we met
I didn't care for you much
you were a stranger to me
though I glanced at you twice
Then I didn't know
how important you'd become
how much you'd end up meaning
to my life and to my heart
It feels as if I have loved you before
but failed to keep it real
and now I know not how to feel
are you a friend, a lover or an enemy?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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