There were times when I was lonely P. C
till she arrived, turned the silence into melodies many.
Melodies that filled that space within, the sounds were sweet,
In this music of her affection I lost my beat.
Gasping for more she left when, I wanted her to stay and all the more,
more than I wanted my breath, my own life or my soul.
Soul was stirred and the shivers ran though my spine,
every-time she told me she is here for me, she is mine.
With her I wish to see the end, of this journey and be free,
I promise I will love her till the end, be the shadow of a tree.
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