Looking Twice

Like blue ice in August,
Blue roses glowing in the moonlight,

Always look twice at,
Such impossible beauty.

Like two old friends walking on an empty street,
A full moon shining,
Having no words to say, tears falling like cold rain, 

Until, both turn to each other,
Looking twice into each other's eyes,
Saying, I love you.

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