What is more beautiful, love lust or love find?
Don't laugh at me! I know it.
I am awkward and naive- When it comes to love.
And I ask questions straight out Of a pop song.
This doubt overwhelms me and undermines me.
All around people don't stop yearning.
Did they lose or did they find? I can't tell.
On that warm April Friday evening,
your eyes was beautiful as the blink stars,
And your frizzle black curly hair was airy.
You asked, what do you dream of?
And I said I dream about you.
And you gave me a smile that eased my heart.
Thy feeling I have dreamed about in my yore boyish days.
Then, you asked me to kiss you, but I didn't.
There, my love, is love lost.
That why I have never stop wondering where you have been,
And where are you now. And you shiny gleam of my misspent-
Youth, did you lose or did you find?
I don't know and I will never know.
This is how I like to imagine it, the answer.
At the end, my love, we have no choice.
We have to find.
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