You, my precious have left us.
In the coldest nights I feel no warmth.
It's like the light has left us.
I want to find you, yet I am lost.
Given no love from the frost.
Why did you become a stranger to me.
There was sorrow in my heart as you flew away.
My time with you was stolen when you left.
I heard the tunes in my head playing like you did.
Yet I cannot picture you in front of me.
For you have become a stranger to me.
I pray you read my words as I write them to you.
The angels whisper to me and I listen.
They whisper your words, 'I am here'.
I cry when you talk and I smile when I see you walk.
My dear stranger, you are so far yet so close as I write.
I finish with your words, 'I am here'.
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