In our hearts we hold on to love
and write the poems of eternity
knowing the other is there
moving through the day
as an invisable hand
extended across space and time
to touch my soul and to say
I am with you
in every way
through every day
I find your face
in the beauty of a butterfly wing
and you speak to me
through flashes of the FireFlies
on a warm summer night
though you are not here
our conversation continues
through the beauty of life
and the warmth of our souls
Rabid Poet
Rantings
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