Times flying,
days shorter,
emotions engraved
in lasting droplets.
Memories,
of first love,
remain
true love.
Love,
forgotten.
hope,
renewed desire.
healed innocence.
adventure again,
into the unknown.
Waited
to fulfill,
what we erase
in vain,
when we grow
impatient.
Love,
renewed our desire,
our demise.
Just as together
as alone,
mourning the past for
empty promises,
no longer dreams,
no more expectations.
Said Leghlid, 1998.
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