Death may come people may go
But one thing death will never know
Is that love is pure, love is bright
Love is warm that holds you tight
The love will remain, it will breath
Because the people we loose never truly leave
They walk with us, we walk side by side
They're our angel, they're our guide
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Verily, those whom we love never really die, they are with us in our thoughts, heart, speech, dreams. Loved reading and commenting I invite you to read my poems.