‘Tis an image I would soon forget
If not for the wishes of yet
Crafted inside long lost when
as vivid as it is now then
‘Tis a tear drop of crystal in pain
Shed for what was not in vain
‘tis years that can never be counted
dreams of a life not amounted
A smile that lives only by thought
engraved into moments now lost
‘tis a laughter no longer of sound
in memories of silence re-found
On page within time long ago
‘tis you I recall as I go…
a tale without end ever so.
Deo Volente
February 8, 2011
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