Love of my Life
My wife was the love of my life
I stopped crying, even memories hurt me like a knife
Remember everything will be alright
Even I know it will be a fight
Breaking through the atmosphere
And things are pretty good from here
We can meet again somewhere
Somewhere far away from here
Remember all days we had, which we called our own
With all those well-loved memories I am now alone.
Her lovely smile, endearing gestures, which I knew so well,
Are fading, as time passes, with her words, kisses, and her smell.
But then there is that moment, that time within the day,
Then I feel my wife beside me in that old familiar way.
Your birthday, our anniversary is still a celebration for me.
These dates confirm that there was my wife and that we were we
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