too good to be true, from the eyes could see,
admire you by far, across the sea,
yet i have the nerve, to simply be me....
restless tossing, while you're away,
but when you're here, i got nothing to say,
so i'll swallow my pride and let come what may,
a high price , for me to pay...
even if we met each other so rarely,
do you think of me occasionally?
hoping you know, how i feel finally,
as i seldom fall, but towards you definitely....
ps:
hope your getting better...
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