(1) Saving These Pennies of Love
I’m driving in the approaching-spring sunlight
Down an empty Sunday morning church street
And I’m dreaming of your face.
Sometimes this life
Feels like a thousand years of suffering,
But I’m going to count your every tear
And place them in my heart for safekeeping.
I will not go down to the grave
Without every day remembering your name
And what it means to me.
Love has mostly escaped me,
But I will not unclench my grasp
From what little I have touched.
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