Of all who offered me their hearts,
Its yours I want to take;
Of all who peeked into my life,
It’s you I want to stay;
It’s you I chose, It’s you I asked-
It’s you who turned away.
Maybe, that’s the price to pay,
For those I turned away.
Today, I am feeling “Lang Leavy”, hence the poem above.
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