In my heart

A Poem by Orlando

And I sit above this tomb,
Where from underneath the snow,
I'll soon smell her sweet perfume,
From the flowers that will grow.
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And the beautiful old moon,
Forced to hear as I tell lies,
Seeing me hopeful that soon,
Once again I'll see her eyes.
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But today I let her go,
And even though we are apart,
I'll forever hold her so,
Deeply buried in my heart.