Could I but choose to wait a century;
I am quite certain I should never find,
A friendship like the one you’ve shared with me—
The endless smiles, the selfless thoughts so kind.
What quirk of fate did cause our paths to cross,
Joined joy and sorrow in a love’s embrace,
And then as though ’twere but a pitch and toss,
Some crass mischance should such a love disgrace.
Thus have we shared a dance in life’s great ball,
And felt our heart fires kindle, burn and die—
Two granite monuments destined to fall;
Like rivers which with time will hence run dry.
How can cruel fate such sorrow have unfold
And let me touch that which I cannot hold.

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