What is love my dear?
A quiver to the heart?
A song to sing?
Just being with another being?
We have not this love...
Not my taste at least.
For together, we are seperate.
Only you seem to feel the strings.
I am weary of our games.
I am tired of trys.
If change has not made peace,
then when shall my souls
quarrelling cease!?
So I bid you adu,
In all fairness I was wrong too.
I hope you futures brights
And best wishes to your future wife.
No, I wont kiss you goodbye,
Would be silly just to try.
To make you think I still have a sparK.
Well my heart will get on fine.
I'll miss you friend, but I'll ne'er kiss you again!
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