Peaceful reverie surrounds me
as you whisper gently words
of love and reassurance
The wind blows and as the evening settles
my heart is open to you and all that is to come
You ask if love has always been kind
All I can say is love is love is love
…and it’s the possessors and recipients of love
that can be unkind but not love itself
You ask if I rejected love after the gold band
that belonged to him slipped from his left hand
to mine as death came to call
All I can say is; we were love together
…and in his afterlife the possibility to love once more
grew over time, as time passed, as time drifted…in time

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