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Are We Ready?

How do we start again?

   Can we forget the past?

How long does a love like this last?

    Should we give us another chance?

We’ve changed, haven’t we? 

    It won’t be like it was before. 

It could be less.

   It could be more.

It could be completely different this time.

    What does our love bloom into now?

Is it stronger than it was?

   Is it more steady?

Are we ready?

    We tried to let go;

We tried to move on;

    But here we are again,

Knocking on love’s door.

   It won’t be like it was before . . .

I’ll let you in again,

    And we can see

Who we could be

   If we love each other truly.



4/13/26



 
 
 

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