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Tribute to
My Soulmate
One Last Kiss
I have fought the feelings And emotions inside That fills and empties me, Like a fast rolling tide.
There are moments of pain, Of sorrow and hate, Leaving me to ponder Many hours of late.
I love you, honey.
It’s your presence I miss. And I terribly long
For that one last kiss.
But the greatest pain of all That hurts me so deep,
Is after giving you my love I can’t have yours to keep.
To have you by my side Always longing for more, And have you feel the same, To mutually adore.
You see, my love,
I have given you my heart
And revealed the depths of my soul, And now I am left feeling hopelessly empty,
Paying this immeasurable toll.
It’s selfish, I know To feel this way, But it’s how I feel Each and every day
Always hoping and praying
For the next time we meet
For you to allow me, once again To feel complete.
And rest assured,
For it’s not a question of if, But a question of when. And when that time comes
I’ll be in total bliss,
For no longer will I wait For that one last kiss.
My Soulmate
I still say I Love You,
But now there’s no reply.
I always feel your presence As if you never left my side.
I remember your comforting voice. Now there’s not a sound.
Only echoes from the past
Follow me around.
You’re always by my side,
But I can’t hold your hand. The reason why God took you I find hard to understand.
Summer days seem much shorter. Dark nights just linger on. Dreams turn into nightmares When the one you love has gone.
But real love never fades.
It still burns like the sun. Although they’re far away, Those memories go on and on.
Her spirit will never die
It shines like the stars.
I know you’re sleeping in heaven, But you’re living in my heart.
You Were My Soulmate
I still call your name and say, “I love you.”
But now there’s no reply.
I sometimes feel your presence As if you never left my side.
I remember your comforting voice Now there’s not a sound.
Only echoes from the past
Follow me around.
Goodbyes are not forever Goodbyes are not the end. They simply mean I’ll miss you Until we meet again.
If Roses Grow in Heaven
If roses grow in heaven
Lord, please pick a bunch for me. Place them in my wife’s arms And tell her they’re from me.
Tell her that I love her and miss her, And when she turns to smile,
Place a kiss upon her cheek
And hold her for a while.
Because remembering her is easy,
I do it every day,
But there’s an ache within my heart That will never go away.