As I close my eyes,
You will always be my last thought,
Longing, hoping, seeking for the chance, of seeing you in my dreams,
A loving soul is so hard to forget, so it seems.
Holding onto sacred memories, is a treasure of life,
A gift that is mine to own.
Comforting thoughts of you,
A walk back into the past.
When you're in my thoughts,
I know I'll never feel alone.
Jayne Davies
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