Where do we go from here

You called me Love,

I was too young and scared to call you anything at all.

The butterflies and you knew what it all mean to me.

I sang and wrote to you,

About you,

And dreamt of you

Like no other.

Now we recount the love we had so clear and so deep,

Where do we go from here?

Shall we have that love once again?

◄ Love returns

Daydreaming ►

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