I'll Miss You Forever
At first, to me,
you were just very pretty,
then gorgeous, wonderfully,
then my standard of beauty
and perfection
that even a reflection
could not copy.
In fields of poppy,
I played when you were near,
to me you were so dear,
my sense whisked aside,
by emotions from inside,
to float away in lovely dreams,
lost forever, it seems.
Yet, you slapped me awake
with a crushing heartbreak,
but I've never left the field;
my heart has never healed.
And now you're going away.
Why must it end this way?
Will I not see you, never?
I'll miss you forever.
June 3, 1985
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