Arabella Picken - Note To Tim

What am I supposed to do?
Now that I have lost you.
I no longer have someone to talk to,
Being apart has made me realise just how much I need you.

You're the sweetest guy I've ever known,
The way you spoke; such a gentle tone.
I wish that we, were somehow related,
You got rid of all bad emotions - all hatred.

Heart of gold,
Will never grow old.
Great at singing,
Lovely human being.

Not many words can describe how great you are,
Nothing shines brighter, not even a star.
I'm always so quick to adulate you,
When people ask me 'Tim who? '

I wish you luck in everything you do:
Work, the singing and relationships to.
You're a true inspiration - -
You gave me a full transformation.

Arabella Picken

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