Vincent

When I was a little girl,

Before me tall he stood.

How I did look up to him,

How I wish he would.

From afar I cared for him,

Loved him as my own.

Even though his thoughts & love,

Were to another shown.

Yet a special part of me,

Of my heart I gave.

Forever he would be with me,

Further than the grave.

Yet happiness returned to me,

One grief filled August day.

Back to me he hastened,

And beckoned me to play.

My heart and soul are full again,

Thanks to my true love.

My Vincent, my eternal,

My gift from up above.

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