God only knows that I have loved you
the way He ordered it, in his book;
like the tiny flowers love the dew,
like the fish seduced by a hook.
And I loved you with my life,
my affection was whole souled;
in my mind, I was your wife;
just thinking of you made me whole.
Maybe, I still feel devotion,
and still feel the need of your touch;
always asking myself about you;
always wanting a bit of affection;
shuffling memories to use as a crutch,
always praying to God we are not through.
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