Through all these years
I read your letters time and times again,
I searched them diligently for the words
I love you.
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Eyes of doubt are blind to love
But now you are gone strange things happen
Until today they laid there all hidden the words I craved,
I stared, dumbstruck and grief-stricken.
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For there they were on every page
Screaming at me, I love you.
In so many doubts and fears
I did not see, I did not hear
Inequality is surely a robber.
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Full of remorse and regret for the many
Tears you must have shed unknown,
Too proud to show or tell or let me know
How much the feelings,not knowing,
how the silent I love you hurt.
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I could not on paper comprehend the “I love you",You said in so many other different ways,
Because I was listening to hear from your lips the magic, melodic, sound of, I Love you.
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All these years I wondered what became of you
But too scared to know and deepen the hurt,?
For myself or maybe even you, I’m not quite sure.
So I remain silent like you, and bore all the hurt.
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But did I ever say I love you or was I just like you?
Putting them on Paper and in so many other different ways, but too afraid to speak the magic words and say "I love you"
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For thirty five years I have not " laid eyes on you
Nor heard your voice, but saw you in every place I go
And all the people I meet, but most of all I live with
Part of you in the form of my thirty years old son.
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Fate at times do play some very unkind games and tricks.
It gave him many of the qualities that were uniquely you.
Your height, your demeanor and even your profession just as if he was your blood
You would have been proud to call him son.
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I never stopped missing you although I have someone
I told you who loves me much more than you.
But today I met you on the internet
You had became old, fat and grey.
But worst of all I saw that you are now dead.
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Your obituary said you left to moan sisters and
brothers and the two sons I had already known,
It would have been less painful had it said a wife
And other sons, then I would be sure you did
Not travel your remaining thirty five years
Not sure how much you were indeed truly loved.
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So today I will be like Pharaoh break my
Vow of silence,and proclaim my love for you
Removing all the doubts of family and friends
I will speak your name, for this last time
But to the dead it has no effect
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So I ask my angel to ask yours to
Release me as I now releasing you
For Its time I truly love again.
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For there they were on every page
Screaming at me, I love you.
In so many doubts and fears
I did not see, I did not hear
Inequality is surely a robber.
-----------------------------------------------------------
Full of remorse and regret for the many
Tears you must have shed unknown,
Too proud to show or tell or let me know
How much the feelings,not knowing,
how the silent I love you hurt.
----------------------------------------------------------
I could not on paper comprehend the “I love you",You said in so many other different ways,
Because I was listening to hear from your lips the magic, melodic, sound of, I Love you.
--------------------------------------------------------------
All these years I wondered what became of you
But too scared to know and deepen the hurt,?
For myself or maybe even you, I’m not quite sure.
So I remain silent like you, and bore all the hurt.
-----------------------------------------------------------
But did I ever say I love you or was I just like you?
Putting them on Paper and in so many other different ways, but too afraid to speak the magic words and say "I love you"
----------------------------------------------------------
For thirty five years I have not " laid eyes on you
Nor heard your voice, but saw you in every place I go
And all the people I meet, but most of all I live with
Part of you in the form of my thirty years old son.
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Fate at times do play some very unkind games and tricks.
It gave him many of the qualities that were uniquely you.
Your height, your demeanor and even your profession just as if he was your blood
You would have been proud to call him son.
----------------------------------------------------
I never stopped missing you although I have someone
I told you who loves me much more than you.
But today I met you on the internet
You had became old, fat and grey.
But worst of all I saw that you are now dead.
----------------------------------------------------
Your obituary said you left to moan sisters and
brothers and the two sons I had already known,
It would have been less painful had it said a wife
And other sons, then I would be sure you did
Not travel your remaining thirty five years
Not sure how much you were indeed truly loved.
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So today I will be like Pharaoh break my
Vow of silence,and proclaim my love for you
Removing all the doubts of family and friends
I will speak your name, for this last time
But to the dead it has no effect
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So I ask my angel to ask yours to
Release me as I now releasing you
For Its time I truly love again.
As I cannot forever remain
Chained to your memory.
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Soy Criada: in remembrance of my late friend Jasper Melbourne Edwards Snr. (Ted)
Chained to your memory.
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Soy Criada: in remembrance of my late friend Jasper Melbourne Edwards Snr. (Ted)
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