Although our short-lived love is through,
Which hardly lifts morale,
I can’t get past my love for you
Nor think I ever shall.

For what we had was perfect, right
And pleasant as can be;
It shone a light upon the light
And lit both you and me.

And, though perhaps your love’s on hold
Or else you’ve got cold feet,
I’ll love you till the sun grows old
And loses all its heat.

So thanks for being who you are;
You brightened up my life by far.

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