The last time,
I traveled to see you.
You hid your face from me,
And all I saw was your shadow pass.

But still
Somehow you touched me,
I was there,
Knowing you would not come again,

Until today,
but though,
You showed me your face,
I only saw you smile.
But yet,
You touched me again.

Perhaps I shall meet you again,
In France.

And you then
Might present me,
With a diamond ring,
And even beads.

I think,
That might be,
A date.

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