The first time we met,
I sat down feeling flat,
If you can imagine how nervous I was,
My heart beats without a pause.
The feel of saying,
The feel of looking,
The feel of smiling,
Putting up with a tone of shouting.
Would you feel the same,
Would you say the same,
The crush with no reason,
Trapped me in a flowery prison.
Till this day,
The tape still in play,
What should I do, what should I say,
Cause you drive me miles away.
For so long you and me,
Never still see,
Maybe its not our faith,
Soon it shall fade.
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