Font Color='#880000'Your Gift/Font - Poem by David Zvekic
Your gift to me
May oft' depart but not the sorrow.
Your gift to me,
Where hopes began; when life was happy.
So through the night, I wait the morrow,
That dawn might bring your smiles and know
Your gift to me.
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