It was a partial glance of a love that's gone
Face half hidden; my mind sees the whole.
Why still, does my heart seem to be set upon
Dredging up memories?
Is it just to torment my soul?
The present is now
And now in the present, at last
I took a quick glance
Of the love that's passed into the past
And I see.
So this I say to you...
I loved you with my heart's passion.
With that same love I bade you farewell.
And as I told you, I will always love you.
With that same love I wish you well.
Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 10:02 AM UTC
It was a partial glance of a love that's gone
Face half hidden; my mind sees the whole.
Why still, does my heart seem to be set upon
Dredging up memories?
Is it just to torment my soul?
The present is now
And now in the present, at last
I took a quick glance
Of the love that's passed into the past
And I see.
So this I say to you...
I loved you with my heart's passion.
With that same love I bade you farewell.
And as I told you, I will always love you.
With that same love I wish you well.
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