She would not sleep
Not even blink
She would not eat
Not even sip
She would not sing
Not even beep
She would only weep
And weep
A tear and a fear
A whisper in my ear
Just before she disappeared
A whisper I did really hear
A sigh
And then a bye
Until her last hello
She was mine alone
The only tea in my cup
The only sea I swam into her world of warmth
I wish I knew her
Until her last word
She was my singing nightingale
She cared so loud
Never to feel bored
She dared so loud
Ever to be heard
Now it was her last to be heard
I wish I knew her
Until her last day
She was my sweetest taste
The nights were longer
Even the days were brighter
All the days
My happiest days
Now it is goodbye to happy days
I wish I knew her
She began with invigorating preambles
As she served sizzling incredibles
I only retorted freezing horribles
Ending with chilling, bursting bubbles
I wish I knew her
In our tale of bitter-sweet
She was as sweet as honey
I was as bitter as gall
In our tale of luke-warm
She was as warm as the summer
I was as cold as the winter
I wish I knew her
A fear and a tear
She whispered in my ear
Just when she disappeared
A whisper I still hear
A sigh
And then a goodbye
That home without her
Was no home to me
I wish I knew
I wish I knew her
I wish I knew
The way to her heart
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