Two years ago I did lose:
What almost meant the world to me;
And up till now I still refuse
To believe my love's a fantasy!
World's apart yet still together,
Whether you're in heaven or hell;
And I can't help but growing bitter:
Every time I bid you farewell!
So long, so soon, my long lost dear;
And I play but a serenade on the strings of my heart,
Of solace overwhelming me year after year:
That makes every beat but tear it more apart!
You only left the memory,
Of you that just cannot die;
It shines across eternity,
The mist and through the cloudy sky!
I hate that every year I yet weep anew,
Nay, but every day, and I'm left in a dismal tune;
O Dearly Beloved, instead of a vague adieu,
I guess I'd rather say, 'I will see you soon! '
Comments about this poem (Dearly Beloved by Danny The Dreamer Boyd )
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