My eyes search,
My heart loves,
My mind filled with memories,
Of the ones that I loved.
My thoughts run deep,
Of golden days,
Missing you now,
In a special way,
My tears fall,
But it makes me smile,
To look upon your photograph,
For I always try,
To remember the good times,
Just like you said,
I'll keep those fond memories,
Tucked in safely instead.
Jayne Louise Davies
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