From all the pain, that I hide,
to find a way, around my pride.
I wish that I, could someday know,
how much love, you didn't show.
Was it faith, was it love,
were you an angel, from above.
Sent to me, to show the way,
I regret nothing, just wish you stayed.
So please return, to up above,
explain to them, how much you're loved.
That all he wants, in all his life,
to hold and charish, me as his wife.
I beg of you, let me return,
to the one, whom my love burns.
I'll make the trade, eternal life,
and just for one, last kiss good-night.
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Keith A. Lynema