As there is truth in a myth,
a form of reality in a dream,
there is an eternal place for
you, within me.
As fantasys grow old,
war stories, already told,
there we are in the end,
strong and forever bold.
As time rolls by,
as planes escape the sky,
there is no other,
for you, like I.
When life within you evades,
when our children no longer play,
When your precence has become a fade,
there you are in my soul,
and there you shall be, until the end of my days.
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Beautiful, expressive and moving.