Just to tell you before you read this… this poem is a song.
I thought that you would like to know.
**For the days that I love…**
As the days go by
An the flower bloom
The grass is turning green under me
My soul cry out
In the cold air
My and I will never forget each other
As the days grow old
My love and I sitting under oak tree
Think about the memories
That we share into the night
When the stars come out
And the songbirds are sleeping
I never knew
That something beautiful can end so fast
My and I will forget these days that we share
For that is silenced bond that you share
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