Once not long ago, a friend she was lost,
To find her again, ill pay what the cost.
I miss her so dearly, her laugh and her smile,
I miss her completely, her soft spoken style.
So close she does wait, so near yet so far,
My sweet morning angel, my bright midnight star.
Those times I do see her, the short time we spend,
I cannot release her, nor our friendship to mend.
I'm lost in there somewhere, swallowed in too deep,
I try to escape her, but the walls are too steep.
She brightens my nighttime, the sun in my day,
I do miss her intensely, and I cant get away.
My days all seem dim, and my life seems so bleak,
As each day that passes, naught this angel I do speak.
Everything she means to me, trapped deep inside,
Never to be spoken, so forced they must hide.
I cannot be without her, yet with her never will,
Lost in my torment, lost and alone yet still.
I laugh and I comfort, I talk and I hold,
I tell her the things she longs to be told.
Filled with these feelings, torn apart by the pain,
Wanting more than I can, I wish for in vain.
I will never give up, I will not let her fall,
She will be with the angels, if it takes me my all.
Everything I can do, every avenue I exhaust,
Because once not long ago, a friend she was lost.

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