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About my only lost love= my late husband


Img_6788__2___hbby Beth Vesseur30 Sep 2014

When one has time
to think things through
to shed a tear or two
Being content in sadness...
Listening to the gentlest voice
that makes me elated and blue
in a perfect harmony.
It doesn't make sense.
Why should everything
need to make sense?
Hurting none!
Sobs and tears to soothe,
to remind me of my real
happiness I tasted once
and lost evermore…
The most amazing and
honest man I met and wed.
honoured, grateful eternally.
My love and tears celebrate,
his greatness, his love for me.
I will never be loved like
that ever again...