Without
It is love that is so deep,
could you imagine, your soul aching,
moaning for love.
Living your life, searching for that
special someone, never to find them.
The feeling that you are alone,
the sorrow of being without.
How much you have done,
how much you have loved.
When the one your heart desired,
was given to us by his father.
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