Oh look, felicitations,
Your dark eyes
Boring into mine,
Your gloved hand on mine;
We have always been formal,
After today you will be former.
The moon is my witness,
You were always my weakness;
In the knee-buckling way,
My nightly fantasy.
You were my reflection,
On evenings more drunken.
Fate lays its cruel plots,
But we never followed our hearts.
By playing right into its hands,
We have fallen onto two lands;
I keep you in my thoughts,
Sending you heartfelt wishes.
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