We met in days of lonely heart,
So innocent and pure,
And love grew slowly,
As an Art,
Creation does secure,
That Love is there,
To start the course,
That takes us to the Stars,
Where love becomes so harmonized,
We think it will not part.
How beautiful, the World seemed then,
But now that we're apart,
The torment of a ship at wreck,
Is in each others heart.
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Wow! That torment is felt by your amazing description and verse! ! ! ! ! May you heal, may you feel as great as before I'm sure all great men see/hear you and they adore! ! !