By Spence
Not a day goes passing by
When I don't think of you
Remembering your lovely eyes
The deepest color blue

Your hair as soft as cotton
Flowing through the air
It's all far from forgotten
I've never ceased to care

I keep your picture with me
I've always from the start
You may have left this city
You'll never leave my heart Poem: Always 1

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