Our love looked sweet

My friends praised it

I have longed to see our love grow

Like a mild storm that steadily grows

To become a hurricane

Strong and unstoppable

But it rather lost its flavour

With nothing to savour

Becoming tasteless …

I saw an old tattered car

On the side of a road

Located in a little valley

In the midst of a little community

With weeds grown all over and within

Its front doors torn

And its tires ruptured.

People pass by

Some sell close by

Yet no one cares about it

I said to myself,

That so, has our love become

Rejected and left to grow old and cold

Just like a lonely rose

Left to grow in the midst of thorns and thistles

Not noticed and losing its value.

Oh! My love

Come, please come...

Come let's make our love anew

What we used to have is special

And different from what others have

Your smile always gave me an inspiration

That no other lady can give.

Oh! My love

Come, please come...

Come let's make our love anew

And show the whole world

That our love is meant to last forever

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