Our Borrowed Love

It was heartbreaking

It was a borrowed love

And we knew we fought for it

Every second

Every hour and every mile

Every one knew he was one of a kind –

A pure heart

Lucky enough

I had a lot of chance

To call him a friend

And to witness him laugh and smile

Even on parted ways

Even on separated lives

I wish nothing but a good life

And genuine happiness

Which I know he already has

In this final poem

I write you not regrets

But all joys and security

You have taught this heart to grow

But this little heart grows out of experiences

Yours is a lesson

That for sure I will never forget

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