I don't want to talk about my life,
But, sometimes when I think of you,
I can't help it,
Remembering, all you used to be,
Taking me to the Sky and back,
A love so deep, never pretended.
How I loved you then and now!
With a love the years expanded,
With a love that never ended,
Somehow.
I don't want to talk about my life,
Nor the pain that overwhelmed it
Because, the day you left,
Somehow, it ended.
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Sandra, this makes me really sad. Written in a very touching way. In a similar vein, you might like to read my The Burning.