Over the years I've been through so much,
But it all seemed worth it when I first felt your touch.
In the blink of an eye you've gone away.
All that's left are memories of yesterday.
They say you don't know what you've got until it's gone.
I couldn't disagree more; I've known all along.
You're beautiful outside and in.
On top of that, you're my best friend.
I hope you feel better; I hope you can smile.
Just know that I'll be praying for you all the while.
If there's anything I can do, just let me know,
Because it's in times like these that true love will grow.
Take things slowly; there is no rush,
But until I see you again, I'll be longing for your touch.
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River of POEMS
PoetryPoetry is a type of literature based on the interplay of words and rhythm. It often employs rhyme and meter (a set of rules governing the number and arrangement of syllables in each line). In poetry, words are strung together to form sounds, images...
