The Beauty Of Our Love
It has come... and we are parted...
Now I am brokenhearted...
These words are but a token -
For how could they be spoken?
Your life is at an end...
And I will miss you, friend.
You gave to me love's portion,
Without cold fear, or caution,
Without a second thought...
Our love was not for nought.
My heart was warmed within -
By purity not sin...
And memory's tender touch
Reminds me still to clutch
The essence of your kiss,
Its power not to miss -
And bless, all things above,
The beauty of... the beauty of...
The beauty of our love...
poem by Denis Martindale
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