Philosophy of a dead love

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S.O.

When the love ends..
and the life downstairs…
and the world unfair…
and all days nightmare…
When the  eyes rain…
blood in veins  just pain…
and you seem to die
asking yourself “WHY?”…

Just remember days…
and his strong embrace…
tender piggy flies…
going extra miles…
and his silly jokes…
frank and candid talks…
gentle manly hands…
SMILES of all those days…

And his sparkling eyes…
That all never dies!