You were quiet but you could laugh,
You were naive but cute enough.
And when you cried I grieved with you
And rued the day I`ve missed my cue.*
***
I felt your mood as if it were mine
And all my thoughts were always thine.
I could read you like an open book.
That book was always looking good.
***
I often used to ask myself,
Why have i peeked into that shelf?
The only thing that I can see
The fate itself sent you for me.
(*) to miss one's cue - not speak or act when you are supposed to.
To My Friend
© Copyright: Макс Олдер, 2020
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