They say it's too late
I'll never get my serenade
They try to feed lines
They know that I'm perfectly fine
"Too bad, so sad"
They think, but they don't see I'm glad
It's too much and such
A fleeting meaning just to touch
I know He knows
My prince and I need time to grow
I say the delay
Will bring us closer until that day
Can't you see too?
Love is best when love is new.
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