Blue as blue am I,
Because Icannot see my love´s eyes...
Is she here for me, and me for her? ,
Or is this what being apart is suppose to be, lonely days? ...
To make us grow together while apart,
Yet while here, I will treasure our love...
When we meet again, the feelings renewed,
And there I will be, we together, as it was meant to be...
R. Gormley
(circa 2010)
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