If my Heart could only speak

My master longs to speak of me,
and how he feels inside me.
His silent cries are meant for thee,
but only heard by me.

His love is you but say it not,
and know of the pain I do.
I am a slave to these feelings,
my master a slave too.

The time has come and gone,
you have left by one way or another.
Your memory shall live on,
in my heart and soul eternity.

In memory of:
Nelson Guizzo, Arnoldo Sinclair & Roy Eldridge

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