Death is filled with deep emotion,
A lifetime shared with pure devotion,
Living on,
Just going through the motions,
Fond memories are,
The only potion.
A feeling like you'll never feel whole,
Hiding away in a desolate hole,
To live without you,
Is an incredible goal,
Missing your smile,
Your loving soul.
Jayne Louise Davies
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