Started with a kiss
Ended with a tear
First one I shall miss
Last one I still fear
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If I am understanding your poem correctly: things go awry when the demarcation of friendship is crossed. In a perfect world: it's better to be friends first if we're lucky and end up closer than that. Love your work. Keep going, keep writing and most of all keep LIVING. Best, June
Do not cry on lost love or lost opportunities More love more sunny days more opportunities are coming your way Think of tomorrow bright and hopeful Dont simply cry on yesterday