I was yours and you were mine,
I wrote it down a thousand times,
You had fallen down from heaven,
I was six and you were seven.
When I was ten you kissed my cheek,
I blushed bright red, my legs felt weak.
You winked an eye then turned and ran,
And that was when I shaped my plan.
Thirteen came and fourteen too,
I hid my shadow from your view.
I was the whisper in your ear,
I was the touch that brushed past near.
At seventeen my plan remained,
I knew our love was pre-ordained.
You would be mine, it was a fact,
Perhaps they did not tell you that.
When I was twenty my plan had stalled,
I knew the reason, I saw who called.
I watched the days pass by so quick,
The flames of loss, a burning wick.
At twenty two you married June,
I cried so many tears for you.
My hopes and dreams all died that day,
Just scattered dust on a wedding bouquet.
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