I should have loved you more,
You should have loved me less.
I let you slip though my fingers,
Like precious water in the desert.
You too kind too true, I too cold too false.
You, a fragile flower that needed to be nourished.
I, an arid land that could not spare some rain.
Some regrets cannot be retrieved.
Now the verse has a sad refrain,
Memory lingers love reprieved.
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