It doesn't matter more,
The
years have been and gone.
And
I recall as if you were
Still
here, each precious minute.
Engraved
for all of eternity,
Upon
my heart and in my soul.
The
grace of your light,
It
doesn't help me forget,
Each
new love only reveals.
Just
how much I'd really been,
Waiting
my whole life for you.
Forgive
me if you still care,
For
I have carried you everywhere.
And
I have not found solace,
In
the arms of the stranger.
I
thought that true fate,
Would
have reunited us again.
I
have believed my entire life,
That
your love would be mine.
Whilst
there is breath in me,
I
can only go forward, go on.
No
place I'll not search you,
Or
hope and believe you'd belong.
Cassiopeia
is the light from above,
When
I've prayed for you and.
Waited
in doorways, turned every page,
Inspected
the details, the glove in my hand.
And
as I go on longing,
To
find you here in my arms.
The
universe is yet at working,
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