Before the "hi" became a "hello, "
We knew this path was brief to follow.
Still, we stepped, with fragile grace,
Hoping love would find its place.
We knew some bonds are made to bend,
A fleeting turn, not without end.
Yet with our soul, we tried to stay,
And make forever from a day.
We thought to change, to guard our part,
But kindness held the softer heart.
"How would they feel, if I withdrew? "
So we remained, though torn in two.
And even when their choice was clear,
That we were not the ones held dear,
The human heart, so pure, so true,
Still reached for hands it never knew.
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