Said that I would visit you each morning,
trusting me, you knew that I would stay.
Through communication, love was dawning,
morning, eve, night and day.
'Take me in your arms' you said, 'and love me'.
This I did without a second glance.
We enjoyed ourselves, Angels above me,
step by step, learned to dance.
Held your hand when you said you were mourning.
Wiped your tears as I know you wiped mine.
Vulnerability came without warning,
inch by inch, mile by mile.
I still visit you my love, adoring
every word you whisper, like a prayer.
I still tend the roses in your garden,
morning eve, night and day.
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