I let you fly,
Bon Voyage, goodbye.
Not a tear in my eye,
after week one went by,
My heart began to question why.
Feelings buried hard in stone,
an over-grown garden must have grown,
knocked me dead from my throne,
You, so happy must have shown,
a truth inside that made me groan.
In confusion I sit with wine,
my darling why are you are so divine,
Without you I can barely shine,
shivers crawling up my spine,
asking the universe to align.
The star you say I out to be,
Can one learn to be completely free?
I thought the one would be me.
Dreaming keeps me awake, you see,
You face filled with glee.
Jealousy is not a trait,
not one to keep you up late,
wither and dither you into a state,
where you cannot appreciate,
and life becomes an endless wait.
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