A Gift From Love

This wallet is worn and old
But it's worth, my heart still holds
Memories that will never grow cold
A history waiting to be told

Our kids will leave to know
This first gift their mom, in my hands, bestowed

I still remember like it was this morning
En brèf, that's how I carry you with me
We never part
You are always fresh in my heart

Love you always, Nerat

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