I notice how comely,
The light in her eyes,
The flow of her spirit,
As it supersedes lies.
Alone I have found,
A way to provide,
And cope with a sadness,
That my spirit divide.
But is it the reason,
For waking each day ?
That I miss her touch,
'Til the end of the day.
I struggle to laugh,
And care for myself,
In a void of her love,
I am left on the shelf.
And no-one comes close,
To filling her shoes,
But I try to believe,
There'll be end to my blues.
That I will return,
To a life full of fun,
As we honour our friendship,
In the land blessed by sun.
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