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The miss of a lost love can darken the soul. Wishing to see
her in the moonlight or day can cause pain and it does in my
heart. Her walk was of a God and her eyes were of the dove.
Lost am I in this world without her. Her touch her sound the
kiss of forever and the words that came to be.
She died in my arms, and the pain will never go away. Some
nights I cry praying for her to be here, but only alone I
come to be. If only someone knew how the pain burns like
fire slowly burning the heart. Tears are the only memory of
her and her smile.
No cure could be found and it was only up to God's time. So
many things I still wanted to say to her and so much to do
with so little time. Like to take a walk through a park and
hold hands as the birds fly free with the wind or to make
love on a beach as the waves crash to the shore. She was my
true love and to see her go away kills my soul.
I did all I could to make her time happy, we talk about
memories and stories, went to the tree outside our house
were I asked her to marry me, but most of the time I just
watched her get sicker and sicker and on the day of her
death I blew out the candle of our dreams never to light it
again.
Wherever you are I'll always be here waiting for the day we
can once meet again. For when the day comes tears of the
past will be gone and tears of the future will lead the way. |
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