Streams of tears flow,
Down those tender cheeks,
Which I once caressed.
Holding you in my arms,
Letting you release your distress,
As we kiss and say farewell.
Having to let go of your hand,
Like if nothing could be done,
Driving a dagger in my own chest.
Seeing your innocent face looking back,
Like a baby being dragged away,
From the only person who they loved.
Me, heart-broken in the rain,
Left to kneel and just wait,
'til the day of your precious return.
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