My Notes Poem by Nadezhda Tolmacheva
My Notes
I saw the beauty called love
Mesmerized by the force above
Loss of this kind is always immense
One that would never make sense
My hands will be there to hold
You’ll always be in their fold
Your peace is within their grasp
They vow again to make it last
Love still exist and it will persist
Only it has accepted this change
We’ll make home again, I insist
With love differently arranged
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