What I in your life?
To me you were more than my wife.
You were my best friend,
The one I dared not offend.
You were my early sunlight,
My joy, glee and delight.
All my being was for you,
Everything I believed was untrue.
You were a figment of my imagination,
Of love no more than a bad interpretation.
The sky is still above my head,
But my sun is gone and dead.
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