The Scent - Poem by Joy Powell
of you still lingers...
where you laid your head
and on the sheets that covered us...
where we made love in bed
you told me that you loved me...
as we tightly drifted through....
a nite of everlasting, .. a nite of
the angels blessed our hearts
gave our spirit wings....
I think how grateful we are
to those above....
for giving us a second chance...
at having each other to love..
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