I remember when there was a spark,
When we would meet secretly in the park
Oh how we would kissed
how much you will be missed
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Love the poem... I feel that way all the time so dont worry lol ur not the only one
nothing is permanent so we should at least try to enjoy what last when we can keep a smile in the hard times. nice write
Great visual. I can live this scene. thanks for sharing!