7/28/98
his melody
fit to dance with the angels
his image is forever woven into my mind
by memory's intricate fingers
his kiss embroidered in my soul
words from his eyes were louder
than those of his lips
so nonchalant as he was ripped
forever from my arms
his melody
which once rang strong
is still as sweet
but is growing faint
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