[Inspired by Westlife]
You give me strength,
you give me hope.
The day I met you,
just like soaking in bath soap.
Luscious, memorable, sweet.
The World Cup closes us,
shortening our length.
We become friends thus,
and always give me strength.
I am missing you,
as you have gone outside.
It's always up and down,
as I am following the tide.
The feeling is so real
and I won't fake what I feel.
You are already gone,
but my mind can't move on.
Just dreaming to meet you in dawn.
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