and when March came along,
she was gone
a column in my life, my mum, she was
- still it's an unbearable loss
yet,
I know she would be glad for me
happy - that I'm strong and free
- with friends and family, lucky me
to be so loved, and so was she
- and there on my way from work to home
my tears just flow - because of this tone
a song that reminds me of the past,
and that some good things - they do not last
but some things do, if you believe it to be so
give it a chance - and a tender love will grow
Andante is my song today
for friendship and for love - to stay
so cherish what you have, my friend
believe in love, until the end
like she did
like she wanted me to
touch my soul
you know how
andante andante
go slowly with me now
I'm your music
I'm your song
play me time and time again
and make me strong
andante andante
tread lightly on my ground
One year ago, I wrote this poem. This year I feel the same. I am the same. Just stronger, happier. Still me:
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My Valentine
come to me
come and see
who I am
the real me
I am not the abuse
I am not what he did
I am not just simply my trauma
I'm the courage that escaped
I'm the cleverness that survived
I'm the power that protected my tiny spark of flame
oh my Valentine
you do get me right
you give hope that I can love again
you do fan my spark
into firecrackers bright
you see me
with your eyes open wide
you see beyond and you sense
and you know me so well
a new love
but we've always just known one another
oh my Valentine
you read all my signs
I am yours
and you know it is so
with respect, joy and laughs
we are like half and half
and together we're one of a kind
I love you
you love me
there is hope
I now see
and believe
Lucky me
with my Valentine
ABBA: Andante. Andante:
