I Thought of you and who you lost
Not for jealous purpose.
But to admire and applaud
What you were, so in love.
He was a very privileged man
You a privileged woman.
How time is short
Changing time, love lost, but.

Love never dies as lovers do
It remains the same, golden.
Pervading, ebbing and flowing
Through time and space.
Like the tide on the shore
Pleasing memory, hurting.
It is...

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