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A poem about a valentine left unsigned. |
Something is wrong; I feel so sad. Where is the love song that we once had? Is it gone for good, or is it buried somewhere under all those burdens that you might bear? Could it be, sweetheart that you aren't aware that we're far apart? Or is it you don't care? Gone is the time when you and I dined. Like the Valentine card that you left unsigned; the verses are cold, the meaning turned hard, the truth being told~ we dine in the dark. |