I imagine, just for the cruel sport of it,
What you would feel, if I were to reject you.
How low could I get, upon hearing nothing at all,
Not knowing even, if you were still alive.
But I don't have to imagine too much, do I ?
The overwhelming truth is, that you cannot allow,
Me, to have answers to, the burning doubts I hold,
Nor the love I still hold, in my heart for you.
So, my first real love, that died with the fall,
That was crushed flat in the winter of my heart,
And was reborn sweetly, in an enduring dream,
Let me rest in peace, knowing that you, had it all !!
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