While my heart skewered it had only tears
Broken in telepathically, always treated
Either we sensed some physical fears
Back to me the ultimate love defeated
The Love canvas carrying our pictures
Two halved hearts we always communicated
Always appeared would gain each other
you were the distance in miles calculated
Hand in hand time after time
The cure of this we always needed
The only cure…Is a picture of you kissing me
Every pain from the moment observed
Constantly reassuring my darkest of all
Know this I know you’re not mine
With all of yours understood you and I
Of life’s tracks to take the pain
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Ron