Me, watching the sun rise behind the trees.
A cup of tea and my woolen sweater are giving me warmth.
I think about when we first met.
You sang me sweet songs of love.
But not the sweetest song could ever
describe the feelings that I hold for you since.
The things I remember.
There was that one time, you softly touched my feet with yours,
and my whole body still feels the current
flowing through you and me.
Here I am. Again humming these sweet songs of love.
And I wonder what we might have become.
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