If each angel had an instrument;
You’d be like a guitarist
You always seem to know the notes written on old pages before we were born.
You knew I loved you
And I knew you had loved me
Too much….
But when is too much ever enough?
You are like a guitarist.
You strum at the very best of my heart and I love you ….. so
You were my sweetheart since I was young,
And we were destined to meet by fate.
And fate has it in store for us that you will be loving me forever
And if simple forevers aren’t long enough, remember me and cherish me for forevers aren’t long enough to withstand the love in my heart
So fly back and be with me;
My angel….
Soar high.
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