To love you was my very own privilege,
No greater magic in all of the world could I find.
The sun, moon, and stars shine dull compared to you,
How bright our time will ever remain in mind.
I was granted a season, a moment, a gift,
And I found my dear fondest dreams in you.
As I was blessed to have you, while you lived,
You also allowed me in return to bless you too.
When the world around me succumbs all doubt,
This is what I have to say, come whatever may.
Love's truly a splendid simple kind of magic,
That is most powerful when it's given away.
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