Sweet Tears
Bitter sweet tears flow down my face,
Memories of us together in this place,
From days as friends, to love untold,
Our love story, a tale to be told.
With roses red, on her bed spread,
Before the night of prom ahead,
Pink petals, a symbol of our love,
On the last day of school, a gift from above.
Our bodies entwined, watching the night,
In "City of Angels," feeling just right,
Her dreams of travel, a journey so grand,
My surprise, to join her, hand in hand.
But now I kneel, upon the floor,
Needing to be near her forever more,
Though she's gone, my love remains,
In my heart, her memory sustains.
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