Knowing Love

I guess i will never know what is is

as a result, the're many i can't please.

The burden to know you is deep

till i find you, i will not sleep.


Last summer I thought I almost had you

but it was an illusion gone like the due.

No don't forget last Winter

You ran past me like a sprinter.


Maybe the fall will be different

or really maybe no different.

Either ways i still dream of a time

and where i will catch you just in time.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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