Departed she is and her scent fragile
And the countless delights of her caring will
Left behind her letters, notes and lips’ symbol
And ears’ pendants like glimmering glare
A ticket to nowhere and
A picture of her wondering feel
That voice of hope and smile curative
Resonating now in infinite tranquil
Times you’re almighty sure
But my spirit - you can't stop it from holding her
Providence you’ve consigned her far in real
But my heart - you can’t impede it from loving her still
It's difficult to condition the heart ... very beautiful lines.
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