Time did us part,
Love persist.
First day of my life.
You held me in your hand.
Last day of your life.
I kissed you on your cheek.
Great stories cannot be said
But ours isn’t great
To be not said.
The story of our life
It is.
Pure to be expressed.
Pure
You are
You were
Your love is.
You were a mystery
Yet
Your courage holds me tight
Your love lights my path.
And
To reach you I wait.
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