By SHARON LANDUYT

I love you, my dear;
You're quite sweet to me
A true friend you are
And always will be,
But you're leaving soon
And going your own way.
Perhaps we will meet
In the future some day;
You've left me with memories
Of good times we've had
To treasure forever
And make me feel glad.
I wish you good luck
In all that you do:
May all life's pleasures
Come your way, too.
Farewell now, my love;
I hope you may find
Some thoughts of me
Always in your mind.