In the depths of my heart, you reside
A love that forever will abide
Every day, every night, I feel you near
But your absence, my dear, is what I fear
The memories we shared, so sweet and true
Are now the cause of my melancholic hue
Your laughter, your smile, your gentle touch
Are now mere shadows that I miss so much
In the quiet of the night, I hear your voice
A whisper in the wind, a bittersweet noise
It haunts me with a pain that never fades
A love that remains, but forever jades
Oh, how I wish you were still here
To chase away the sadness and the fear
But until then, I hold on tight
To the memories of you, my guiding light
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