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My Darling, We're Apart...

So what that we can't be together again
Be it during the summer or at the call of rain?
Your words will still foreshadow my glee
With a smile tilted on your face, somehow still thinking of me!

 We won't be holding hands in the darkest of night,
Neither will crook my brows when you will be out of sight.
My ways will not further cross yours.
But still, my love, you will smile and help me cure
When the lush green will turn grey and the storm will sway
In the chilly winter night. Far away,
Into the woods, across the sea,
As you close your eyes, my world will freeze;
Your breath will run across my soul like the wintry breeze.

 My Darling, now that we're apart,
I promise to giggle with the rising sun,
Will not be afraid if thy memories burn
Into ashes to make me smile.
I promise to be brave through the thick and thin,
Will not choke when you will be there in the back of my mind
Or, when the wind will whisper touching my skin.

 So what that we can't be together again,
Distance will disappear, the journey will start.
Across the horizon, when the sun will rise
We shall be waiting with a smile on face and a heavy heart,
As for this life, My Darling, We're Apart.

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