May 3, 2012
I tell no tale of Death;
of their last dying breath.
I sing not a ballot of Love;
of the flight taken by the white dove.
This poem is of me and you.
From this feeling it grew,
it grew until I knew,
just what I had to do.
And now what I did is done,
just like that, the feelings gone.

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