loved ones were meant to lose
to your heart it may cause a bruise
with time it shall heal
through rough times they helped you deal
but all things must die sooner or later
they go up to heaven to be next to our creator
without death we would not know how special they are to us
and how special your relationship once was
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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