All I have left are these memories of you and I,
I remember the time when you came to me crying,
And I held you tightly,
And time after time I was late to work,
Just to have five more minutes with you.
Everything was perfect to me,
Nothing seemed to matter more,
My world was you,
You were the inspiration to better myself,
And when I hung my head,
Eyes of desperation, frustration,
And in need of justification,
You were the glue,
That held my heart together.
At the top of the hill.
Thoughts of hope and bliss alone,
Praying things would turn right,
At the campfire,
Resting your head on mine,
Looking at the stars,
Seeing destiny infused with the light,
My life was brightened,
And I had purpose again.
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