There are things I cannot control
and memories I can never erase,
and in the times I don’t feel whole
I will always search for your face.
You are every star burning in the sky,
you are every golden leaf in the tallest tree,
you are a pattern, a snowflake and every firefly,
and I will still love you even when we’re eighty-three.
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