NOSTALGIA
Our love was rare
sometimes unfair.
It had no reason,
it held us in it's prison
filled with lessons.
I miss those days
we could talk about everything.
When sleepless nights
were a pleasure.
You were part of my smile
and my tears.
Our love was a moving sea
between the shores of our souls.
It knew not it's own depth
until the hour of separation.
Yearning for those moments
we shared when we first met.
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