Rose soft petals,

Gently blowin' in the wind,

Whirling around my legs,

Pulling me forward into the end...


I walk softly and gracefully,

Leaving my heart to follow,

The wind caressing my hair,

Filling my chest that is hollow...


I stopped at our place,

I reached out at our secret home,

Where our love was full of grace,

That is now a cold and alone...


I close my eyes,

And let my misery run down each cheek,

Remembering my pain inside,

For your life to continue with me...


Last time I thought of our love,

Was the final breath you blew,

That phrase that pierced my broken heart,

Your last words: "I love you"...


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