You were taken off my
embrace.
I grieve and deeply grieve on
your loss.
In grief, I experience
solace.
It soothes me like your
grace.
How proud you can be to
notice!
As you are alive, taken of
me,
I shall let you know this.
The dead are grieved over by
survivors.
The dead have no recourse to
surmise.
But you can. A gift to you,
my beloved.
05.05.2001
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