When my dreams are but an ember
Of the waning fire of life,
I shall have you to remember,
Your peace, your love..... just a bit of strife
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Gone but not forgotten You live within my heart. Hold out your hand for me my love When my time comes to depart. A beautiful love poem, Lora. Fond memories are to be cherished. This poem has come from deep within. Some great lines here................. When my dreams are but an ember Of the waning fire of life, .......................a wonderful expression.
And when it's time for the last dream, My darling, come back for me! Come, take my hand while we cross that stream To love again in eternity..................................a nicely penned picture.
You have a passion that is eloquently expressed here, Lora.