Some might say,
What is this music pure,
That has the call of life,
To give me all of passion,
That we shall know ?
Days were lost,
Ever after going sour,
Because we gave away,
The desire to follow love.
What I miss most,
Is you , my love,
The sound of my voice,
Creating your smile.
We could have known,
A time forever endless,
In places we'd be found,
Together reaching heaven,
Always knowing who we are.
The sunsets were our pillows,
We would rest upon the sand,
Holding hands, as we'd be smiling,
Knowing each other, til all time.
You, are yet the music,
Which fills me to overflow.
I wait to know you Angel,
Together, I shall be blessed.
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