Oldies

Love’s
young
dream
we
weren’t

We
were
hardly
even
the
old

But
if
we
met
again

I’d
still
be
your
friend

If
the
truth
be
told

Forever

My happiness
is fleeting,
she said,
but my pain
is forever

I can’t help
repeating,
he said,
that I’m here
for you whatever

Our Waltz

My joy
is in your
weakness.

Your solace
is in my
pain.

Both
forever
destined,

To dance
together
in the rain.

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