And 2+7 equals also 9

While browsing some archived mail items I found a poem I must have written some long years ago, yet I cannot remember anything about writing it:

“I’m here. I’m standing on this open rift
To find the love you sent and fell in the abyss.

I’ll jump to catch it, thinking “this is safe!”
Yet here I fall and looks it’ll only be in vain…

With all I am. May seem that all I do
It’s only dreaming, more and more, of You.

I’ll send you smiles!! – as way to resurrect
Your broken heart: 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂

I know you’ll like them and they’ll glue the shards,
But they will never bring you back into my arms.”

After years and years we get to realize that most of the times we fell in love only with our mere selves, as we got to reveal ourselves in the presence of someone we thought special.

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