as each season passes I whisper in prayer,
one in gratitude for grateful am I,
that you were sent to be by my side.
Celebration for all that we share
and for knowing that you care,
the chapters are written deep within,
the pen held where love begins.
These treasures are yours and mine
more precious with the passing of time,
I'd take the sorrow over again
as long as it led me to my spiritual twin.
One moment, one day or a year
as each season passes I whisper in prayer,
one in gratitude for grateful am I,
that you were sent to be by my side.
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