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Lonely Sunset
(In agreement with George
Strait)
What is a sunset if no one sees it with me?
A mere memory of something seen tonight.
As with any other memory held within the heart
It is there to be shared and told about
But never--truly--shared in the end.
I want to see the look on her face as the sun fades
See and know her reaction as it does,
For something so beautiful may only be rivaled in her.
When I sit on that bench alone seeing day go to night
I can only tell her "it was beautiful," leaving her to imagine.
Observed alone the sunset is any other sunset
To be seen and appreciated as the marvel it is:
No human could create such grand majesty.
But no matter how grand or majestic the sight...
It is not quite what it would be with her here by my side.
There really is a "difference in living and living well"
As there is in merely seeing or loving from the heart.
When I sit alone to watch the sun's red light fade over the lake
It is as any other sunset that's come before and will come again
But with her, I'm sure it'd be "the best one yet."
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