Fondness
My feelings were the footprints,
On the lonely shore of your life,
Roaring waves erased my imprints.
In quest of them, I was left to strive.
You seemed to be a lost rover,
Among the scary woods, too dark,
I ran to save you and take over,
Bumped into rock, I got a painful mark.
In zeal of my flourishing emotions,
I hastily forgot to speculate and think,
Dedications didn't match your notions,
And I rushed towards you in a blink.
With you, I thought I had eons to go,
When about to believe, fate said no.
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