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Monday, April 15, 2019

Four Years


FOUR YEARS

I can't remember what I used to do,
who I trusted, whom I listened to;
I waited long and then found you,
life has been sweet, since you came through.

I swear you showed me philosophy,
a presence of mind to share with glee. 
And through four years it seems to me
the passion to think has set me free.

Through all this time, through good and bad,
I knew how much we had, I’m glad.
To have been with you in these beautiful years,
in joy, in love, devoid of fears.

And within these years, when things went wrong;
Together we resolved them and were strong.
and I knew right then I belonged with you,
to have and to hold, be it old or new.

I never doubted, we'd work things out,
I've learned to laugh and cry about.
By sharing with, and caring for you
Through these four years, still so true.

And now my time is here, just remember,
the days we shared were not dying embers.
We’ll walk the road, both, hand in hand,
Always as one, throughout the land.

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