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His
He cared for me like no one else,
He knew me better
Than I ever knew myself.
Time turned and twisted what once was
Into what can never again be
And even though I must move forward
There is still the vivid memory...
It was his arms that held me when I was afraid,
It was his clout that cleaned up mistakes that I'd made,
His was the heart that I held in my hands,
It was his strength
That made me see him as more than just a man.
His were the thoughts,
That I respected more than my own,
I lay at night in my bed thinking-
Cold and alone.
His were the eyes that saw me
Unlike I see myself
His was the love
He gave to someone else.
I was his
But he belonged to the world
Even still,
I will always be his girl.
poem
by
Denice Robinson
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