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Lost Love

The heart hurts as if this beat is the last

With so much good overhead, the life stays in the past

You were found by chance and the thought of permanency fluttered

With the quickness of a breath, those words no longer uttered

You light up the room with a smile so bright

Your eyes sparkle and shine through the night

To once what could be

To what should be

To the chances that swept away

To the tear at the end of day

With the roar of the lion

I get through this day

With the courage and strength

Does death fade away

But when the day comes and my name is called

Your face will be the last I paint on God's mighty wall

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Written by
brian-gallagher
42 / M / American
Published
Jul 8, 2020
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