Days go bye,
Nights seem to die.
After this night,
All there is to do is cry.

For the love that was there,
The sense that he cared.
The emptiness you felt,
When he descended those stairs.

A smell so sweet,
Overwhelming like defeat.
Irreplaceable is he,
This is how ends meet.

Your love was pure,
His love was true.
The world knows now,
Death is why there love never grew...

 
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