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by Oliver Stevenson Nov 13, 2004 category : Love, romance / secret love
Why do we live if not to be loved, For those who see us, fly away, a dove, Fleeing the love which could have been, But for this life, it is unseen. A life without love is a life without hope, And in this life, he could not cope, With the feelings that grew inside, And all this time he had to hide. After all this time which had passed, All his love will always last, For the one who sees fit, The girl of his dreams, he lived for it.
by brin macnamara
Nice work.