This is a new poem I've been working on. It's not quite finished yet and it may sound a little awkward because it's meant to be in Spanish.
If that which has passed, never passed,
We would be different people
than we are today.
Your eyes wouldn't be so captivating,
Nor your hair so black.
Your kisses wouldn't be so sweet
Nor your hands so soft.
If that which has passed, never passed,
I would never have loved you,
As I love you today.
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