In his favourite shoe called hope,
He reached the park of life,
Gaint wheels of holding hands,
Columbus of time taking him back and forth,
Trampoline of anxiety throbbing expectations up and down,
Rings thrown all over his wish list,
Show, he wanted to be part of the guest list,
She was the magician and love was the magic,
He became a prop who lost logic,
Her spell of love struck him forever,
He still stands still though the magic is over...
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