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It is Saturday 9th July, She, being the strong willed one Picked him up and said hi Let's go for a walk, it'll be fun She drove around for a while Untill they found a perfect place An ancient woodland that made her smile And turned to the man that made her heart race They walked along the windy path Laughing and joking as they often did Finally he turns to her and makes a solemn oath That one day she would be the mother to his kid She often did that, deny those strong feeling she held for him Because somehow it doesn't feel right, But that was the day she indulged her every whim And told him he nicest and the greatest The was the day they admitted how they felt for one another When he got on one knee to propose When they knew together one day they would be mother and father This was the love she felt from her heart, to her stomach, her weak knees and her toes That's the thing about a love like this, It creeps into your heart so slowly but surely Before you'd even think about that first kiss You'll notice how his man was full of chivalry This is the man that would treat you with kindness and love Who would lay awake and watch you sleep Who's lips would fit yours like a well made glove Who would only bring you sadness if he left this world, that would make you weep I miss this man from the bottom of my heart I often lay away and ponder about all the moments that could've been Why my chest is empty with a beat that will no longer start Unable to fall asleep has become my regular routine My heart aches so so much, I can't even relay this into words I cry a river inside my soul But a single tear has not escaped Unlike the caged birds Of whom this was their only goal It was the 7th of July when I missed this meeting And again I missed it once more For our moments in this world were brief and fleeting But our love story will every book store Khalil Gibran said it best ' love not knows it's death till it's hour of seperation'
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Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 3:40 PM UTC
7th July
It is Saturday 9th July, She, being the strong willed one Picked him up and said hi Let's go for a walk, it'll be fun She drove around for a while Untill they found a perfect place An ancient woodland that made her smile And turned to the man that made her heart race They walked along the windy path Laughing and joking as they often did Finally he turns to her and makes a solemn oath That one day she would be the mother to his kid She often did that, deny those strong feeling she held for him Because somehow it doesn't feel right, But that was the day she indulged her every whim And told him he nicest and the greatest The was the day they admitted how they felt for one another When he got on one knee to propose When they knew together one day they would be mother and father This was the love she felt from her heart, to her stomach, her weak knees and her toes That's the thing about a love like this, It creeps into your heart so slowly but surely Before you'd even think about that first kiss You'll notice how his man was full of chivalry This is the man that would treat you with kindness and love Who would lay awake and watch you sleep Who's lips would fit yours like a well made glove Who would only bring you sadness if he left this world, that would make you weep I miss this man from the bottom of my heart I often lay away and ponder about all the moments that could've been Why my chest is empty with a beat that will no longer start Unable to fall asleep has become my regular routine My heart aches so so much, I can't even relay this into words I cry a river inside my soul But a single tear has not escaped Unlike the caged birds Of whom this was their only goal It was the 7th of July when I missed this meeting And again I missed it once more For our moments in this world were brief and fleeting But our love story will every book store Khalil Gibran said it best ' love not knows it's death till it's hour of seperation'
#Seperation #love #grief
haleema
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Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 3:40 PM UTC
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