In the quiet of my heart, I confess,

A burden of guilt, a silent distress.

I can't forgive the role I played,

For letting you go, for the choice I made.

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Yet, in the whispers of the wind, I hear,

You've found joy, and that's so dear.

Your happiness, a melody so sweet,

It gives me peace, makes me complete.

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I scanned your face, so soft, so fair,

For marks of our past, a sign you care.

Your lips, a work of art, so divine,

A memory's treasure, forever mine.

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Mouth full of pearls, your laughter rings,

A symphony of joy, on angel's wings.

Though you're not mine, I find solace in this:

In your prosperity, I too find bliss.