Distant

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My new-found love,

Always is a secret.

Seeping inside my mind

Heart’s on a roll,

All out of control.

Rest assured my bet.

Closer and closer I draw

Fonder grows our love.

Never will I understand

What make us so distant.

 

Always thinking about you,

I feel it so nerve wracking

All paid in full measure

The moments I treasure.

Solitude is the only way,

I need a way to caress

Something I wish to address.

Nearly returning soon

Out of sight, no boon

The absence make us so distant.



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