I hunted through the tender words
Of poets great and small
I haunted them in search of words
That, to you, would deeply call
I wanted them to speak to you
And comfort you this night
I’m sorry, sorry – dear, dear friend
No words contain such might
If you, perchance, can maybe see
Beyond the pain, eternal tears,
Love dances as it always has
And will for endless years
What was, will ever, always be
Within your beating heart
These words, be all there is, from me
There’s no meaning to “apart
Miss you always
| Didi |
| 10, Sep 2005 |
| Melinda |