March 24, 2006
In the meandering currents of what we call life,
In the vicious torrents I had once found a wife.
She was most beautiful without compare,
Soft and tender with golden hair.
Her voice put to halt all the evil all around.
She had captured my heart in her little hand,
I knew right then I would understand.
A true love is what was so grand.
We wed in just three months, she cried.
I loved and cared for her three years,
Our lives were joyfilled, our days were sweet
Then one day she had gone to sing with angels.
My life ended March 24, 2006
Due to a thing, I could not fix.
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