THE times spent with you,
SOUL-searching through the years
WOULD have been totally in vain,
HAVE we not been in love,
NO meaning, no treasure would it hold,
RAINBOW after rainbow would not unfold
HAD you not been sweet and dear to me,
THE pain and sorrow would not wet
EYES with your passing,
NO inner peace would come;
TEARS are the proof of what we once had.
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