I do not know how I can find a smile,
As your love leaves my bossom for a while.
The past is far behind and we pretend
That you were not my lover or my friend.
We did not clasp and we did not embrace
Or see the love light in eachother's face.
We did not kiss upon the forest floor;
All memories of this kind, we ignore.
Feelings we freely shared we now deny
Yet, I just wanted to stare at you and cry
For the sweet wonder of what might have been
And seemed so in that woodland, bright and green.
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