The first words are spoken with the absence of grace, Such anxious gazes as we stand face-to face, Our shallow exchange, like two perfect strangers, Yet somehow I knew my heart was in danger. Time passed on swiftly, yet love did not show, Had I planted a seed that was not meant to grow? Foolishly I continued, with ardent desire, Perhaps the next spark will kindle the fire. But it was not meant to be; a pill I must swallow, My heart, once so filled, will go away hollow Alone again, a restless young man, And so it ends, just as it began.Birth sign: Aries
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