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Created on: April 14, 2009
I cannot reason that irrational. I cannot resolve without truth.
I cannot forget where memory lies in waste. And I cannot remember death or the look on its face.
I hear the pain without words. I see the guilt in her moribund eyes.
I touched your face and felt the sensation denied. Vibrations of the moments we left behind.
You in the grave, me standing at its side.
Love gave us hope, But her jealousy and greed she would abide.
Now in this life without closure I lay frozen in all the tears cried.
Eternity rides in streams of thought. Resolution comes with truth for the heart of one distraught.
Now I open the door in hours of sleep, My arms held out for this ghost taunting my dreams.
He shares your eyes in subtle echos of green.....His touch so soft, warm and serene.
I smell familiar fragrance as we embrace, And when I awaken no sense or trace.
You patiently wait there on the other side, A forsaken barrier on which I now stride.
Our life set precedence, One to be viewed frame by frame...
And death's ritualistic morality portrayed a story the same.
Might our love be...... as the tide that rushes back to sea.
Or the wild flowers so gently swaying in the breeze.
Might our love be....strong enough to brave each storm.
Lasting as our sun which rises each morn.
Be as we might in our love holding forever in sight
The thought that we as two people united
Forever to be as one.
It is not in death we part. True love sails over blue waters, high amidst the clouds in a pale sky.
Memory in divine love sparks eternal. There is truth borne in this, one's spirit never dies.
Never might my heart betray these thoughts our love vows, if in death you or I should part..
All that I touch and my eyes see hold you near in warmth of love
And here the children too find peace.
Dear sweet Charles you shall always be my love.
Tears flow as rivers swift with your death
Yet my life is to live and our hearts to sing.
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