Without
The memories stay, the tears flow,
A longing for a life no longer known.
Without purpose, reason, a will to go on,
Life is not worth living when you are gone.
Gone from my life, leaving me here,
For my future wife i did revere.
But gone are you through that open door,
Leaving me longing for you forevermore.
Never wanting to believe, but forced,
I was truly in love, of course.
May we come back together soon I know certainly not,
But still my heart know you have recieved.
My love for you shining bright in the sky, feel it now before I may die.
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