old love which lived in my old journal

every picture that i draw upon the air

is of beauty that i learned from you

warmth that i absorb from the sun

is to lit up your spirit in me

the lines of your sight is

made of my fantasy

my head is bored by your name

my heart never rested to spell

if only i could embrace you when

even time wished to steal the memories

of you

by now

you should know that i love you

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