There was a love I used to know
in the long time ago.
A love that never left me
as years passed and I grew old.
Whenever we chance to meet
emotions would flow.
That love would be recharged
like it was in the long ago.
My love walks a different path
than the one that I follow,
but part of it still holds a flame
that will never let go.
Each step I take in each year that passes
that love will always follow
and I still feel its warmth
wherever I may travel.
16 September 2010
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