He loves the way she used to smile
He could never hear a voice more melodious
He knew he would fall for her eyes
-That used to say so much - long before
He loves everything about her a lot
The way she used to laugh, how she looked perfect all the time
But he hates it when she never talks to him like before
And that is why he still sits by her grave, crying every night.
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