◙ Memories ◙
How bare to me are my desolate nights
In which my heart seeks the morning light
Your spirit stirs my silken sheets
In my dream we embrace as we greet
Each waking minute of my listless days
Hold fond memories of your gentle ways
Memories fresh as the wind in Fall
Flash brightly on my barren walls
Your sad absence evokes sorrow's pain
My quiet prayer is that we'll meet again
Among the flowers in heaven's field
Safe in your arms I'll rush to yield
To the remembrance of our married bliss
When transcient time will no more exist
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