English poetry

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When I Could See**
That you are happy  
With a smile on your face.  
I would see you sometimes walking  
With your little one in a sunny place.  
I'm sure you look so happy  
With a loving smile on your face.  

I hope you are singing  
To the music you love.  
I would see you sometimes dancing  
With the little one in your arms.  
And that she makes you happy  
With her sweet childlike charms.  

I hope you are healthy  
And your heart feels free.  
That's what I hoped I would see.  
With a lot of joy, without regret,  
Nothing grieving in your head.  
So happy as the time we ones met.  

When I could see.
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When the Music Plays

When the music plays,
The music of our days,
I realize how swiftly
Time has slipped away.

Some songs still belong to you.
For one brief moment,
I almost believe it's true—
Our love was never meant to end.

It's hard to find
The words my heart would say,
Because I don't know anymore
If your love has faded away.

Yet every melody I hear
Still softly speaks your name,
And for a little while, my dear,
Nothing feels the same.

And when the music fades,
and silence fills the room,
I’m left with all the memories
and a love that still finds room.

For somewhere deep inside my heart,
where time can’t make it disappear,
the music still belongs to us—
and somehow, you are still here.

C.
 
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I Had to Smile

I had to smile, for sure I had to,
Though sometimes I still feel so sad,
When I remember the time we met—
No, it's not something I regret.

The more we run out of time,
Yours and mine, yours and mine,
The more I feel what we have lost.
Believe me, it came at a cost.

And then you were gone without a sign,
Like a shadow fading from mine.
But one thing I know, and I always will: I loved you once.
And I love you still.
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Some days are very good,
and some are deeply sad.
I think of you intensely,
of you and me.
Somehow, you’re always there.

I know it won’t change a thing;
it’s simply how I feel.
As time passes, we grow old,
but the life we shared
we never will forget.

Some are gone; they disappear,
as if they had never been here.
That is the life we live.
And while loneliness passes by,
we remain optimistic—
at least, we try.
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