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The strange love-
All the stories I wanted to tell you,
got scarttered, and spread near
the tree like petals during spring.
You couldn't give a reason to collect them

All the stories you wanted to tell me,
fell untouched on the ground
like dried leaves during autumn.
I couldn't give you a hope to collect them

I couldn't let them be yours
It remained only mine.
You couldn't let them mine
It remained only ours.

You saw couples laugh
and shared their stories
to weave their love stronger
I saw them too.
Yet ,we forbidden to share ours....