Once, each other we'd find
Two hearts not yet intertwined
To each other, unknown
Only speaking over the phone
In the café down the street
Arranging to meet
Conversing throughout the day
Enjoying our pleasant foray
Eventually to be my wife
The one with whom, I'd spend my life
For the chance, so glad
Even though, I feel so sad
Yesterday she left
Feeling so bereft
With her maker, she went to be
No longer her smiling face, I'll she
So thankful for her time with me
Dozing off, her vision I see
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