I’ve missed you my dear
The coldness in my heart
Grows everyday
And the sweet words you used
To say to me are long gone
To I, as one
You were my world, the colour in my life
As I walked across the park
The world has turned black and white
But expect the rose you left me
In the buried snow of the night
For me, these days are long gone
To I, as one
You were my world the colour in my life
I remember the yesteryears
The smile upon your face
And the butterflies that buzzed inside of me
The sweet kisses that you gave me
And the walks in the park
But now all my dreams have been broken
Lost and long gone, beyond the snow
I’ve missed you my dear
Inside this aling heart of mine
And the tears cover the rose
The only colour left in my life
For me, these days are long gone
To I, as one
You were my world, the colour in my life
Why have you left me?
To bear the pain of a thousand deaths
To leave me in the winter garden
Where heartless souls roam the land
You were my world, the colour in my life
My soul is falling, losing their pieces
And the puzzle of the heart is lost again
Where will this lonely heart go now?
This world cannot go on
Without your tender loving care
And your words of love
That lightens the darkest of days
The becon of hope and love
Where does this lonely heart roam now?
On the coldest night I disappeared
Hiding in th winter garden
There was no hope left
No will left in this poem
There is no world, there is no life
Without your love beside me dear
But yet a miracle happened that night
There was my world, the colour in my life
She had returned to save me from my doom
She held on to my hand when I had fallen in the snow
And whispered of beautiful things
She promised me for the future
I closed my eyes, too cold to live on
And whispered my last words to this world
“I will miss you my love
Your tender songs like mermoires in the wind
Will live inside of me, So meet me
At the sweet summer gardens, where only angels and sweet wonders sing
Thou all this time my love
You have always been
The colour in my life”
…And my life had ended
But not my soul…
For it flies beyond the stars
She stays with me in the snow
In the bitter coldness for hours
Until she met me in the sweet summer gardens…
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