The shine of your presence lights up the place;
From the shape of your body to that look on your face,
To me, you’re the essence of beauty and grace.
I already miss your warm glow.
I’m crossing a bridge on the outskirts of town.
The rain- and the teardrops are coming on down.
To think that I once touched the hem of your gown!
But that now seems ages ago.
Without even looking, it’s easy to see
That you were not only the best part of me
But also my verve and my reason to be.
Where it went wrong, I don’t know.
And now, as I’m thinking on your farewell kiss,
I give thanks to God you can’t see me like this.
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