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You bore the cost my every error made,
Yet losing you revealed what life could be.
Though mist may rise, your fragrance will not fade,
A bloom eternal in the spaces free.
The world grows cruel; compassion turns to stone,
And love is traded, murdered, bought, and sold.
Yet in my heart, your light becomes my own,
A fire that turns my ashes into gold.
I dream beside your name on silver strand,
Where time dissolves and shadows cannot bind.
Though death divides, I love you even grand,
For love survives the ruin left behind.
You are the light no darkness can restrain;
The blossom rising beyond grief and pain. |
