Remembrance - Poem by David Lessard
Weep no more, my darling,
try not to be so sad;
remember love's sweet honey,
all the good times that we had.
When love was young and burning,
and our bodies were on fire;
when I neglected other things,
and you were my one desire,
When life was full of meaning,
and your kisses were like wine;
when the highlight of each day,
was in your arms...entwined.
When your laughter was like music,
when your touch, was mine alone;
when your star was shining brightly,
and all others...it outshone.
When the nights were never long,
and the days were never dull;
when the waves broke ever gently,
against our life's great hull.
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