On the very first day you said,
“Your hand is mine to take.”
The world was pink bubble-wrapped in gold,
Your hand was also mine to hold.
The second, a journey we made,
Rough, violent but never filled with hate,
You held mine firm and looked me in the eye,
“Oh boo, don’t worry you’ll be fine!”
Finally, and no one knew it then,
That you were preparing to leave us when.
It has sunk in, you are the world’s to share,
But remember this, you’ll always be mine, beloved fair
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