I've been up to the peak of the mountain
and basqued in the glory of the beauty above.
I've sunk in those valleys, abysses of fret
and cried all the sorrows of the push and the shove.
I danced in the bliss, the chaos, the peace
and reveled in wearing your heart like a glove.
But now that its over, with laughter and tears,
I find myself mourning our journey of love.
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