Beauty is He

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Beauty is he,
Who stood there once,
Kindly looking down.
On me as she,
The little one,
Playing on the ground.
It seemed as though,
You could not leave.
You were built so strong and to last.
They didn’t tell me,
That some one like you,
Could leave my life so fast.
Why wasn’t I prepared?
Why didn’t anyone say,
That this would happen to you?
It’s just not fair,
Because now I know,
That it will happen to me too.

And then you left me standing.
It was my turn to look down.
And then they put you under,
Into the dark, relentless ground.
They told me that you,
Were soaring in the sky.
But I know for a fact,
That humans cannot fly.
I’ve learned that what we call forever,
Is just a cruel act.
Because nothing,
Not even forever,
Will ever bring you back.

Beauty is he,
Who stood there once,
Kindly looking down.
On me as she,
The little one,
Playing on the ground.
But things have changed,
And life has turned around.
Now I am standing there,
And I am looking down.
I now realize,
On this grim lawn,
That beauty is he,
And he is gone.





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