You taught me how to love
In many different ways
And now I am a mourning dove
Who misses you in forgotten days
We had a fragrant friendship
As spry as the sea
And now afraid my heart will rip
From the crying of a banshee
This mind will wish and reminisce
Of when we used to tell
To each other in sweet bliss
That our lives were really well
Though we do not talk as of before
I still will really like you
My age will grow, but pass the lore
of the new love I've learned to view
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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