Although you have only recently left,
Your memory haunts in my soul.
I see your sweet face upon every turn,
Smell your scent still upon my pillow.

I sit and ask God, why do I deserve this?
An angel to hold in my arms?
His answer, a long and silent repose
Which reminds me of all of your charms.

Lips, so subtle and sweet to the touch,
Arms soft and supple yet strong,
A body so lovely its’ matched only by
The heart, which I cherish so much.

 
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