You entered my life
I became an artist
I painted ur picture
It became my masterpiece
I hurt, you cried
Was that not love?
I babbled, you listened
Was that not love!
Still hear your voice
Sounds like poetry
Still hear your laughs
Sounds like a no 1 hit song
Still see you run to me
Feels like swanlake on ice
Still hear your stories
And the Emmy goes to you
(love and miss you always, my angel...R.I.P)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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