Matt F. Ebb and FlowThe ebbing tide retreats But the memory of you Is something that no waves Will ever be able to wash away
You left your mark On everything you touched Yet for you stopping at The heart was not enough
Your eyes shone like the glistening Sea being hit the soft moonlight Your hair flowed like the gentle Breeze on a midsummer night
We spent an eternity together Now I've got only memories Of you me and the Summer wind
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