With Love
This life you had with us,
Is beginning to rust.
Beautiful eyes.
Full of surprise.
Sticking your tongue out.
Never a drought,
Of days with you.
We were young too.
Yes, you could have lived a little bit longer…
But out there yonder?
Is a break from your purpose.
A purpose that now makes sense.
You are too old to know.
Where to go.
So we will help you home.
Where our love is sown.
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