Always with you

Look at the bed unmade

And Reminesce of me

Think of where we loved and laid

What we came to be

Look careful at the tattered quilt

Twisted over the rippled sheets

Where our love was built

And our hearts would often meet

Smell the flowers of love in the air

The sweet scent of my body and hair

Although the room did seem to be bare

Now you know that I am here

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