Running down my memory lane,
I catch up the loving train.
Gone are days where sleeping was a shame,
Yours where the only meaning in my name.
From left to right, good to bad
You were my loving lad.
Waiting to eye you was never a game,
Excuses to late were just so lame.
I wondered melody sounded sweet
Not so pleasant than our meet
Illusion proved wrong , men don’t cry
Failure was a signal not to try.
For u I’ll remain, the one
Who when u see shall shine
Words put together will fail
But not your memories in my jail
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