It hurts very real to reach you not,
With my legs, as I wish!
It scares that many a day, just a day,
Without a day of your sweat and smell on my way!
Can I grab your hands to play a trick,
That time can't stop, but watch we play?
Cover your eyes with your hands like a kid,
Then count many days as A Day in your calendar!
If ever as we lay on our bed you say,
That you felt far from me any day, and-
Can we bear the brunt of such weird pain,
So this distance can be a catch on our path!
If in waiting, we grow as a pine, giant-
To root us to forest that we venture,
And it shows the route of escape, off-
Any beast and be safe, then this distance is worth in our way!
With my legs, as I wish!
It scares that many a day, just a day,
Without a day of your sweat and smell on my way!
Can I grab your hands to play a trick,
That time can't stop, but watch we play?
Cover your eyes with your hands like a kid,
Then count many days as A Day in your calendar!
If ever as we lay on our bed you say,
That you felt far from me any day, and-
Can we bear the brunt of such weird pain,
So this distance can be a catch on our path!
If in waiting, we grow as a pine, giant-
To root us to forest that we venture,
And it shows the route of escape, off-
Any beast and be safe, then this distance is worth in our way!
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