We met in the dark,
Of a day that has passed.
And now we've forgotten,
What we thought would last.
Your voice I remember,
And the fire still burns.
To relive once that memory,
My heart, still yearns.
You are the ink that fuels my pen,
Demanding always, just another line,
And when I've written yet another ten,
You ask for more, and I cannot deny.
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