Look through the eyes of one who knows, seperation at an ages cost. For years of experience you had on me, but still our true love was sought. They said you were too old for me, me too young for you. Never did they see you though my eyes, never the same for you. For now our love is placed as friends, to conceal the tourmoil of the phrase boyfriend, girlfried. When known by those names all seem to go wrong, and now you just seem to be gone. How can we make this work, among the land where government laws lurk. I am your soul mate, and you are mine. No matter what happens, our love will forever chyme.Birth sign: Gemini
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