I did not know we had it all
When endless dreams we chase
Blanc pages never ceased to call
Our pen to write-up with haste
And space infinitely expands for us,
So, we crave but our love we waste
Vanities overweighed our boats
We drift miles apart and beyond
Lost our compass and far from shore
Sinking ourselves in unmapped fjord
Forthwith you are all I longed—for
All I had, but didn't know how to hold
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