No more hugs before getting into nights,
No more showering kisses at stroke of midnight,
No more lovebites as the morning sun shines,
As he left with an entralling poise. Sooner or later he'll be back again with a stare in my eyes,
Diving back, lost in the rise..
Once again what a mess it would be, fighting with you, chasing you then holding you tight not letting you fall,
TROTH, I 'LL ABIDE.
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