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Just what I thought, as they like to hide,

Never identifying themselves as they lie,

I know that you will never go on the website,

But hopefully you will be able to read it in my sight.

 

After all these years, you can’t conceal what is true,

Of the damage they have caused, if you knew,

They have taken away so much from us,

They tried hard to destroy, but this is love not lust.

 

Speaking of love, I have a moment that I adore,

How I took care of you and a whole lot more,

Your memories must be filled for caring for me,

As I appreciate it, as I would indeed agree.

 

My dearest, who wakes up in the night,

As she begins to chatter as I turn on the light,

I try and keep her calm as she is in a fright,

And then she goes back asleep as I held her tight.

 

Something about a bottle that she has to get,

As she moves the blankets as they are all unfit,

I try my best not to laugh as she makes it a wit,

Those are the memories; I will keep in my treasure kit.

 

Finally, I got a smile out of you and a laugh,

Even though were divided and split in halves.

I have watched over you, in your own path,

My love for you is taller than a giraffe.

 

It doesn’t have to be high but also could be wide,

But for the most part, it is what is inside,

The inner aspect is my life and my whole pride,

As our lives are a journey that transports us for the ride.

 

Those responsible will pay a hefty price,

They will be lost running around like mice,

To try and take away a love that is so remarkable,

You have carried me and so have I, in tiny particles.