You may say it’s when I met you, but I knew before you came.
A song crept into my life, and I’ll never be the same.
Like an angelic harp, you plucked me like a string.
Now I lay down at night, far away; I feeling stabbing pain.
A part of me is in part of you; I hear it call your name.
The moon and stars shift and fall and I wake each passing day.
Loving you and hoping you’re okay.
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This Is poem I wrote for friend who went to prison and was seperated from his girl.