Tyrone Wingfield - An empty shell

My heart will no longer beats
Since it may not beat for her
She is my last hope for happiness
So it will be silent forever

She is the very air I breathed
So my lungs will soon decay
I only want to be with her
Somehow, someway

Her laughter is the most angelic sound
Any man dared to hear
But until I hear her voice again
I will be deaf each day of the year

Her beauty is, by far, unparalleled
More Amazing than anything I have seen before
But since I may not gaze upon it
I will be blind, for now and forevermore

I will become less than an empty shell
Compleatly void of any trace of life
All because the took from me
My love, My world, My future wife

Tyrone Wingfield

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