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Jul 2013
His eyes were brown,
And they held something warm.
I stare into them
And I can’t let him take blame.

Something we called love,
Something I can’t have.
Warm love like a candle lit,
Flames gentle, the wind can’t beat.

But sudden coldness attacked,
Bringing innocent souls into the dark.
Replacing warm love with grief,
Grief so great, it drove us to a cliff.

Still, my love remains true to you,
Take my heart and soul too.
No one can ever replace,
My love still undying chaste.
Live your life with bliss,
Your smile forever I will miss.
Gillan Frances
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Gillan Frances  PH
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