Loving you always,
Gone like a breeze,
Gentle memories,
Sway me,
Like leaves on the trees,
I touch the flower,
Soft and gentle like you,
Tears start to flow,
Wet like the morning dew,
Loving you always,
For your still with me,
Every waking moment,
I think of thee.
Jayne Davies
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