Carried aloft on smooth silvery wings
Where angels fly and rest on nimbus bed
I stand and watch my true love soar away
Replaying, my love, the last words you said
Life is not a thing to take for granted
Each day is labeled with uncertainty
Love is but a seed that once is planted
Will grow or fade like Neptune’s breath at sea
Each time, my darling, you sail off through clouds
I doth realize that we had no choice
And when you’re gone I walk through strident crowds
My heart hears nothing but your tender voice
Come back, oh dearest, lay down by my side
We’ll dry the tears in your absence…I cried
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