Beloved,
you are still so much here,
that in my dreams, I almost
feel your arms around me...
But, very soon you and I
shall r e a l l y stroll together,
the sun-kissed garden paths
of Paradise, to meet Christ,
eye-to-eye and hand-in-hand,
like when we were very young,
and love was very new to us...
and death a dirty word...
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