My Dear Friend Dalia
Light isn’t always made of photons,
And not all heroes wear capes.
You’re the only single hope I float on,
My sweet little grape.
I lose a part of me when you’re gone,
My whole world just fades.
I pray the Lord to hear you respond,
My sweet little grape.
You aid me when I’m weak in my bone,
All my terrors I escape.
I love you unfailingly from dusk to dawn,
My sweet little grape
To you I give my thanks with no frown,
My whole heart you may take.
You’re the only single hope I float on,
My sweet little grape.
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