The Winds of Fate
Bring Hope Late.
And while my Soul aches,
My shattered Heart breaks.
Thinking of the way things were,
And what I used to mean to her;
When every day brough the Grace
of our priceless Heart-felt embrace.
Passion felt from miles Away,
Gone now Forever, she could not stay
In my life -
I still keep hope you'll be my wife.
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