From May to December, how the months hurry by.
Tomorrow’s the sad day, when we say ‘goodbye’.
Moments were magical with you and your charms
My stay has been wonderful ~ alone in your arms.
But at dawn’s early light, faraway I must flee,
To Canberra’s fair City, a great place to be…
Where the bronze Ethos Statue points to the sky
I’ll write to you daily; wipe the tear from your eye.
Please take this Rosary, a gift from my heart.
And sometime very soon, prayer may play a part.
The beads which are sacred, count the days as they go
And until next December you will haunt my mind so.
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