For those who dare to stand where I stood,
Love wildy rides the lightening,
Loneliness painfully crashes as thunder.
I miss the love of my life.
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It has been a while since I have remembered,
Her face,
Her taste,
The small of her back as a place
where my tears fell down around her.
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Tragedy mourns all of the things that I don’t remember,
Never forget,
Never regret,
The bond of two hearts that sent
the infatuation in true love out as one.
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To me there is a fine line between ‘What Is’, and ‘What Is Not’, fair in love and war.
I know because the casualties of war took her from me while I still loved her.