Hope,
Friendship,
Love,
True Love.
I've aways known that you were a warm breeze,
From the east.
That after a soft touch leaves only lost memories behind,
Back then;
Hope was standing by your side watching a bright sunrise,
Friendship was holding on to your soft hand,
Love was bright sunshine sparkling from your smile,
True love is remembering lost memories,
Sitting by your bedside,
Holding on to your soft hand so tightly,
Watching your smile sparkling in the sunshine,
Of our last sunrise.
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