Timeless Love

I still get a tear in my eye

and a silent cry

when I think of a man who loved his wife.

She had long left this life

he now travelled through good, great and strife

without her hand holding his, or her head on the pillow over.

But he spoke of her often

with his eyes aglow and softened

like her memory was enough to sustain him.

I wept when he talked

I still weep at the thought

of that precious river of love that flowed with them.


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