It was you I never knew. Or was it only me?
Bounding up hills bursting with trees
like the lithe bucks we were, yet, not meant to be.
Cruel, cruel fate and destiny.
Merely a shadow of my imagination
a thorn on the vine and other humiliations.
Chasing a kite of passionate vexation
that only led to consternation.
An aberration of flirtatious occasions
I longed for any meaningful translation.
Until the day you made the declaration:
that you had fallen in love.
It was then I never knew you. Or was it only me?
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