by Dep

Though we have never met
I feel a bond tween us
And though, you, I have not heard
I believe I do love you

Yet how can I tell
What is love
I'm only sixteen
Hardly a man

I believe we must meet
So that we may know the truth
If our love is real
Or only that of dreams

Perhaps I am desperate
Perhaps I am despaired
Perhaps I am delusional
Only time will tell

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