You left before I could begin to know you,
Passing on to a place where I could not go.
My memories are all that I have left to hold.
One by one I examine them intently,
Seeing beyond to the hidden messages,
That your lips didn’t know how to speak.
Forgiveness I give to each of you
In your place of eternal forevers.
To my surprise, I discover a gift from you,
For within my being, I find your lost love.
- Lester Warner
Orwell, Ohio, USA.
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