You're living in my past,
Dear, I wish you could last.
Inside my prayers,
You exist,
So God will always remember you.
You're a rhythm of echo,
Inside my heart.
A drop of happiness,
Even in distress.
You're the whole of my poetry,
I describe you in forms of hyperbole, metaphor, and simile,
To the things that makes me happy,
And lonely, at the same time.
You're a great story to tell,
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To the stars,
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To the moon,
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To the whole universe.
They've known you because of me.
And if the people here on Earth ever met you,
I'm sure they'll feel the same way.
They'll love you like I do.
They'll treasure you forever.
You will always be remembered.
That's how precious you are.