Lyrrad Drawe Oipila Poems

They read with delight, across the paper's face,
Every letter, every word, all written with grace.
Slowly, with every turn, beholding their sight,
A little but too less, to feel the poet's plight.
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Remembering her,
and the times I stroked her hair.
The moments when I caught her smile,
Her laugh that would linger in all my while.
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Wait for me my love.
For my time is almost up.
I'll be by your side again.
Never again should we part.
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Maybe I mistook pain for happiness.
if so I'm as happy as can be.
If happiness lies when you are alone,
I'm marked with joy, from skin to bone.
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Here I watch the rising sun
afraid some time soon that you'll be gone
that you'll find a stranger better in every way
A person you'll love more with each passing day
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