Your precious love,
Your infectious smile,
Made my life,
So worthwhile,
Those precious gifts,
God gave to you,
Your loving heart,
Came shining through.
You brought the sun,
You dried up the rain,
I loved your voice,
When you called my name.
Your helping hand,
Your wisdom flowed,
I think of you,
As flowers grow.
For you were as gentle,
As the petals fine,
I'm glad you shared this life of mine.
I see you in my night time dreams,
Your not that far away,
For I will hold your memory,
Each and every day.
Jayne Louise Davies
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