Many days have passed away.
Love comes and goes, they say.
Holding on to the memories that stay,
like a child's secret place.
The memories of your face
have captivated my inner space.
So many times I think about you.
My thoughts will rarely look away.
Another try, another say goodbye,
but the memories will stay.
Holding dear to my thoughts of you,
like midnight dancing in the rain.
Laugh and cry, and raindrops in our eyes,
the excitement and the pain.
And though our lives have new direction,
and life may never be the same,
I hold you dear with my affection.
You have lit an eternal flame.
It has become so very clear
at the passing of each year.
Perspective changes the things we all hold dear,
like the casual passing smile
or the laughter of a child,
and making every moment worth its while.
Holding dear to my thoughts of you,
like midnight dancing in the rain.
Laugh and cry, and raindrops in our eyes,
the excitement and the pain.
And though our lives have new direction,
life may never be the same.
I hold you dear with my affection.
You have lit an eternal flame.
So much beauty I see in you,
all the seasons that we went through,
for our love once shared like a symphony sound, so true.
That secret place is yours to keep.
As I lay my head to sleep,
you know that flame is inside, burning deep.
Holding dear to my thoughts of you,
like midnight dancing in the rain.
The angels cried, and so did I—
for them excitement, but I in pain.
And now you fly in new dimension.
My life will never be the same.
I hold you dear with my affection.
You have lit an eternal flame.
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