It was heartbreaking
It was a borrowed love
And we knew we fought for it
Every second
Every hour and every mile
Every one knew he was one of a kind –
A pure heart
Lucky enough
I had a lot of chance
To call him a friend
And to witness him laugh and smile
Even on parted ways
Even on separated lives
I wish nothing but a good life
And genuine happiness
Which I know he already has
In this final poem
I write you not regrets
But all joys and security
You have taught this heart to grow
But this little heart grows out of experiences
Yours is a lesson
That for sure I will never forget
Love the story in your poetry!
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