Your arrival! ! ! Your departure! ! ! Both,
Left an unexpected trace of being changed.
My heart thawed, and weaved a fancy world of dreams,
Couldn't but say, " I love you. ".
For your melodious voice, beauty, curled hair and soft lips,
Didn't refuse to sacrifice own precious life for a single moment,
Only both for being one.
" Good morning, dear ", and so on, sent me before washing face,
I who never respond mother's call before 8 o'clock, replied to you.
I who never smoked in the whole life,
As you said to be friend,
Carrying boxes of cigarette and fire with me every moment.
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