Today would have marked your 70th year,
A milestone bright, a day so dear.
I wonder often, in silent thought,
How we’d have celebrated, how joy would be sought.
As time goes on, the pain won’t fade,
Your love’s a comfort that’s never swayed.
Though you’re gone, you’re never far,
Your memory shines like the brightest star.
Every milestone brings your kindness near,
A gap you left that none can fill here.
My love for you remains ever bright,
Your love still guides me, even out of sight.
Sep 16, 2024
Sep 16, 2024 at 6:39 PM UTC
Today would have marked your 70th year,
A milestone bright, a day so dear.
I wonder often, in silent thought,
How we’d have celebrated, how joy would be sought.
As time goes on, the pain won’t fade,
Your love’s a comfort that’s never swayed.
Though you’re gone, you’re never far,
Your memory shines like the brightest star.
Every milestone brings your kindness near,
A gap you left that none can fill here.
My love for you remains ever bright,
Your love still guides me, even out of sight.
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