Beside

Is the sky defined by its colour, so blue?

Does the wind once blown, return or renew?

Does the sun once its shone, die for the day? 

Does the moon change monthly or does it stay?

The way I feel and think of you,

is never with sadness, never quite blue. 

I think of the joy we had in the past 

and hold on to love; a love that will last. 

So be well my baby. Be by my side..

and share in this love, I wear it with pride.

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Image not my dog but similar

What is life, when death lives on?

Our daily drudge, goes on and on.

We take for granted each day we see.

I took for granted you and me. 

And now you've gone, my heart has burst. 

To think of you, it only hurts. 

I can't believe, that full of life. 

It ended so soon, with so much strife.

If I had been there, at the end. 

Your broken life, I could have mend. 

I blame myself, you've gone away.

I hate my life. I hate that day.

But I'll think of you, with only love. 

Until we join, in lands above. 

So run and play, my boyhood friend. 

We'll be together, in the end.