My poetry guides me,
To those special memories,
When you were beside me,
Golden days,
In so many ways.
My poetry holds me,
In its warm embrace,
I remember the words you told me,
Just remember the good times,
Those words will forever stay in my mind.
My poetry will stay,
My friend until my dying day,
Helping to replace,
That empty space,
Your loving heart,
Your smiling face.
Jayne Louise Davies
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