You must not know,
The first time I saw you,
From the lobby,
Where queues are norms,
In the morning,
Scurrying to join,
The norms,
You were on little scooter,
I know,
It was ocean blue,
Of body paint,
I knew,
That I never knew,
You could be the one,
I want to spend the days with,
But this heart,
Is just so breakdown,
Of your reluctance,
And my stubbornness,
To this day,
We are apart,
After you depart,
But I never parted,
Of my feelings,
That you are the one,
I want to spend my life with.
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