The Memory Of Love
The memory of love can never die.
It lingers in the heart.
It may have happened way in your past
but you remember how it did start.
Whether it lasted or came to an end
it still is the memory that counts.
It made an impression.
It was an expression.
It became a possession for you.
You will never forget it. It lingers on
and becomes part of who you are.
For the memory of love is a gift to you
so keep it close, never far.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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