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One Last Sonnet
When I first met you you were young and strong,
And I was thin and pretty, seventeen.
And through loves lenses you could do no wrong.
You had my heart and mind, love and esteem.
And so we grew together through the years,
And for the most part loved each other well;
The sound of laughter rarely drowned by tears,
Closer to heaven than we were to hell.
But as we grew our roots became entwined,
Our branches intermingled and stuck fast.
And from that distance love, which should be blind,
Can see too clearly for the dream to last.
And yet, I cannot live without you now.
Love you or not, I have forgotten how.
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