Mi Amor
My Love, of a thousand years
The first to hold my hand
To touch my skin, my lips
The one who held me close
As I cried for my sadness
At Life’s daily losses
And laughed with me,
In my triumphs
And now, my Love,
There is an emptiness beside me
Where once, you stood.
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