A tempest twisted
Her magical state
Such simple thoughts
Arranged by fate

Strong yet true
So hard to use
The blues she sang
Were tough but true

The time she took
To spin her tale
Was lost for words
Inside my mind

The terminal point
Of her passing endeavor
Revealed a measure
Of another whenever

Her moment in time
Was drifting by
It opened my mind
As I watched her cry

I held her head
Against my breast
And listened closely
To all the rest

She whispered quietly
In my patient ear
And spoke those words
I found so dear

We found a place
Inside the now
To settle down
And laugh and cry

We made a pact
Right then and there
To be free of worry
And always care

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