In the future they will think me mad
Each time I think of you
My lips will bend at your memory
Reminders of you will follow me to the end of my days
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Sigh.... what a gorgeous, poignant and romantic poem. I feel your pain in this one Bill, it's palpable.. HG: -) xx
Bill, what a lovely heartfelt poem, so poignant I hope these memories are always precious to you Best Wishes Lynda xx
This is so lovingly conveyed that it absolutely tugs at the reader. Anyone that is living with 'stolen now's will undoubtedly be incredibly moved by this - and anyone that is fortunate enough to find themself unable to fully relate to this, will most likely be terrified of the possibility of one day being able to. I know I am. There is an ridiculously fine line between love and madness, I think... if there is even one at all, really. If anyone does think you mad, Bill... I'd just guess it means they've not been so blessed. Christine