I have a library deep in my mind,
memories cataloged wait on the shelf.
With a special volume, one of a kind;
the pages embossed with parts of myself.
Selecting that volume, I turn the page
and there is the chapter written of you.
I do not see pain; I do not read rage,
I only see love that is found in so few.
The editor knew the book was not finished,
he knew, a new chapter would soon come to be.
He left me your soul not to be diminished,
for he knew that you would come back to me.
You are my friend and I’ll always be here,
as we start a new chapter of love sincere.
Bronze trophy winner
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