Traveling thru
The beaten deserts of the past
I see your beloved shadow pass
And I think of all the love we had
That held us tight and fast,
No shadows, cast.
Romantics and Wise Men know
Happiness does not last,
Or even grow
But Love does,
As long as we're able to remember,
Every single, burning ember,
Of our unforgotten past.
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Sandra, a wonderful and touching remembrance. So very true, love lasts with the memories that have been instilled in our minds and written in the tablet of our hearts. Beautifully crafted and well executed write.10+++