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Soft, brown eyes gaze across darkened sea,

to one so far and yet so near.

A lover first and always friends,

when loneliness calls, he does appear.



To hold a hand and gently dry some tears,

to place a smile upon lips again.

With soft voice that caresses and heals,

he soothes this addled brain.



Memories sweet and precious

live forever in a heart,

of times of hopes and special dreams

that sadly came apart.



But this love so strong, it lingers still

and never will it die.

It has blessed a heart with love and truth

and never once did his love lie.



And with it comes much happiness,

these feelings one can't deny.

Because of him, a soul flies free.

There, before the grace of him, go I.



~LadyHawke~

© February 2001