Poetry: Sweet Claire

An original poem

Alexandra Zipse

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As you lie down on the ground

You lie with such grace and with no sound.

The light in your eyes is no longer there.

Oh how I grieve I lost you, my sweet Claire.

 

The world no longer is as big as it used to be.

There was no one as beautiful as thee.

You handled our love with so much care.

Oh how I grieve I lost you, my sweet Claire.

 

I stand here waiting for that shot,

Knowing my heart is beginning to rot.

Our love is and always will be in the air.

Oh how I grieve I lost you, my sweet Claire.

 

The smile on your face lit up my days.

I guess the Man chooses who goes and who stays.

You were so beautiful and so fair.

Oh how I grieve I lost you, my sweet Claire.

 

You’ll always live within my heart.

I’ve loved you from the very start.

When you walked by I’d stop and stare.

Oh how I grieve I lost you, my sweet Claire.

 

You are no longer by my side.

My eyes are now dry from all the times I’ve cried.

We were the best when we were a pair.

Oh how I grieve I lost you, my sweet Claire.

 

It’s finally time I accept that you’re gone.

I love you forever,

Your sweet, loving John

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