Friends or secret lovers,
which shall it be.

My how the years have flown,
since I carved our names,
and we kissed, under that old oak tree.

A lot of water under the bridge has past,
but the fire in my heart that you started,
was made, to forever, last.

So come, take my outstretched hand,
and lovers, and friends we shall be.
For you,
I will always love, for all eternity

Tango.

Tango Tango

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