Tina listen to me,
My heart spoke in silent plea,
When you never knew my eyes,
Dreams of you lit up my skies.
Tina wait for me,
Hope grew wild, soft and free,
You turned, and love was ours,
Blooming bright like tender flowers.
Tina walk with me,
Through the days of sweet melody,
Yet slowly the colors died,
Fading warmth we could not hide.
Tina remember me,
Not the loss, but what used to be,
Though today our love is gone,
Memories linger, softly drawn.
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