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There remains so little of what once was,
And of that so little worth remembering.
This road still leads home, it surely does,
But this life is tied with a tenuous string.
So many faces which are now a blur
Though seemingly steadfast soon passed my way,
Yet whenever I turned there you were,
The only to remain to this day.
Without you continuity ends,
For as far as I can see
It is upon you which that depends -
You are always there for me.
The virtue of truth serves to mark this
As the grapes themselves do the wine.
Yes, without light there would be darkness,
And in your absence would be mine.
These great many words express only a part
Of this insurmountable love in my heart.