Cue—of our time, you are; but, mine

  Words, you reveal, occur in my mind

  I'm pervert—you obey my tease

  By then, you've been looking for me

  My not set heart; yet, you are bold

  Jealous with others, I'll have you

  Unsure, afraid, it's our secret

  By then, we have secretly met

  I've wondered—you know my weakness?

  Why are you wearing eyeglasses?

  Your hair—are you tired cutting it?

  Your fragrance, I'll never forget

  Our gifts, we have been holding hands

  Those days, the choirs have been singing

  We stroll in the park, sightseeing

  In bench, clinging arms, we're chatting

  Oh lovely, again on this year

  You dance, for me, with my request

  Your hands run on your face and breast

  You sit—lean your back on my chest

  Warm of your skin that I embrace

  I taste your cheek, I'm wanting more

  Your eyes gaze down, showing afraid

  I let our lips communicate

  How clingy are they, cuddling

  as we have been doing the same

  What could become on us, you ask

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  Heaven knows, hereafter, I say

  You lie at my arms while you smile

  As our hearts speak still each other

  My mind thinks like a breadwinner

  Prideful, don't care—others could say

  Chatting as we recall our past

  In tears, angry, and we both laugh

  You ask me—my first love; you're not

  But you're important than my crush

  Under this blanket, you hug me

  I'm tasting your neck once again

  We extend—forget everything

  with this spectacle of our lives

  The wonderful plain that I see

  My itching hand wants to portray

  With this journey, I have a dream,

  the adult—immature again

  Talent isn't what I pursue

  Gadgets are for pass time only

  Fame, I haven't give important

  But praising beauty is I am

  We're in tears, could we agree?

  Different principles won't joint

  I have thought, you like, all of me

  Now we think allover again

  Annoying as you could have been;

  yet, settled down if I embrace

  You murmur yet can't get angry

  Typically, I'm in patience

  My new request that you obey

  I'm portraying your nude body

  With this tempting activity

  results to this pervertedness

  How deep your gaze could be, you say,

  I have a dream, can you agree?

  Awkward yet we're both speechless

  Our heavy shoulders embrace

  The day has came; that, we'll decide

  How nudely you come and hug me

  With this temptation, you success

  So relaxing, hands link again

  Let's cool off, I say, and we cry

  Thanks for everything, you agree

  We hug tightly marking our hearts,

  embracing this last time, we cry

  It's for the better, we chorus

  We're still young, we chorus and smile

  Maybe, not this time; but, later

  Into this paragraph, we part