I dare not fill my heart with anguish
and although at times it thrills me,
in your memory to languish,
if I do, from it I will never be free.
Sometimes it’s better to forget you,
sometimes its better to not have known
the blessings, the passion shown
of you who in death still remains true
and life goes on with its promises
a sun that rises, shines and vanishes
but there’s no other you to take me
with children into posterity,
from winter into spring
to bring a new awakening.
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