Theme: Ocean Emotion: Longing Color: Crimson Season: Spring Form: Villanelle Object: Bridge Verb: Remember
It was in the late Spring that you left me, and I wept, wept so many crimson tears; it was your destiny that your soul be free. I question why but it was meant to be, and have been longing your sweet kiss for years; it was in the late Spring that you left me. Your young death no one could ever foresee, for a long time I was lost and had fears; it was your destiny that your soul be free. At the time I was a mother-to-be, but that was not meant either it appears; it was in the late Spring that you left me. At night I float on the ocean with a plea, love, even if it takes forty long years; it was your destiny that your soul be free. Seek me on Heaven's meeting bridge with glee oh, remember- will be the girl . . . in tears; it was in the late Spring that you left me, it was your destiny that your soul be free.
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