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Nine days: it has been beautiful, a time that stands still. A river that runs fast and true. Kismet, a word seldom used, a mountain of verses, all yet unheard. To be still, to be calm in this absorbing taste. Take it all in, we have nothing but space.

A hope, a wish, a dream that comes true, to be lonely, only, outside of you. To be full, to be blessed with one final thing. All is lost, it is not the same. A love so weary, a love so true, a love that was broken, it was never true. A place, a land, a way back in, does not exist, only play pretend. A moment was there, and now it has gone, a moment of feelings, upon the throne. A kingdom is not needed, or liked in the mend, there is no princess, no charming prince and no good end.

The thing that is right and ultimately true, the love of my life, has been gone far from view. His abundance in laughter and style, always shine through. Encouragement in the threat of the upmost storm, his loving hand was always the norm.

The beauty we shared, I always miss, and I am unsure of finding that ultimate bliss. Maybe that was it, for me, he made me search hard to see, the girl he loved, the girl he made, complete the very day, he loved me surely with no doubt in mind, all my life I have hope yet to find…

Death comes from the moment we start, the heart loves even as we are worlds apart.

Much Love 💜 Much Life