The Death of a Lover

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You were a star shining bright,

the light to my dark.

Long did we spend in isolation

before we found each other.

A moment of love to

a moment of tears,

a night of passion

to a time of discussion.

A moment of meeting,

a place for our grieving;

you are my dear, leaving

or rather has left in quite, no fear.

A natural occurrence-

You were my lord,

I your lady,

my king, I your queen,

My god, I your goddess,

together as divine balance.

The father to my children,

I thought you would be

from the moment we knew each other

in a way of more than friends.

From the moment we first danced,

the dance of lovers.

In ancient ritual of love-

the perfection of the natural;

what some can't conceive.

Yet, we held it with such measure,

it was our true belief,

your sweet eyes,

your sweet smile,

Your lips, and your kiss,

our life, and our love

like doves that soar

we too went far.

And now you've fled

without me-gone

but what's still here

can never be dead,

the memories that are not stale.

As love in life,

in life in-love,

we continue now

in deepest trust

we continue now

as we now must.


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