For a dear friend …
I could never understand it, always questioned it.
Never could see the bond that was between you.
But it was love, the kind that was supposed to last.
From the beginning outsiders were struck by the
secret love notes, booty shaking teases, and contagious laughter;
surely, that kind of love was meant to last.
Over the years and through monumental struggles
there was hope love like that was meant to last.
When your own family was finally formed,
despite the destruction that came,
there was still hope for love once had to return.
The strength and willpower was admirable,
to have your family your own way,
no matter if love chose not to stay.
Afterwards, unconditional love was the only way,
a mother’s love, a father’s love,
but his love was too high a price to pay.
Now as he’s looking down on you from the other side
you remind them,
love like that was supposed to last.
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