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A dying man needs to tell his close friend of many years that he is in love with her. |
We were close friends, Though she did not know The sleepless nights With her on my mind or The breathless moments In my dreams of her As I would see her face. When she walked into a room, My life was brightened As though someone opened The curtains and let the sun Shine on my soul to show That she was the beginning And she was the end. I would imagine Her feelings were the same, But maybe she couldn’t say. This gave me a small glimmer Of hope and courage To talk with her and Tell her how I feel. I held my heart for her to take. Heavily burdened with years Of love that would not die, It fell to the ground, Broken and unwanted, To be swept away Like grains of sand. The glimmer of hope is now gone. Darkness surrounds me Like a blanket-- and In my dreams of her, I no longer see her face For the tears that are running Through my mind. I will try to pick up the pieces-- Put my heart back together So I can get through this-- But the pieces don’t seem to fit. I must patch this battered heart The best I can, so one day we again Can be close friends. One day soon she will find Someone who makes her feel The way I do for her-- Then on her wedding day, As close friends always do, I’ll wish them a happy and wonderful life, Then slowly walk away. |