You remember that day was our fifth date.
But never knew, it would be our last.
Red was known as colour of love and result of hatred,
And there we laid, me in tears and you in blood. 

It's been a year, and I am still grieving your slumber.
It's not possible, but I'll try again.
Please forever, one thing you must remember,
That I still want you.

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