| "F" "A" "T" "H" "E" "R" |
Even though we've lived apart,
I do not love you less. There's provision in the heart For storing tenderness. There's a love that like a star Must reconfigure space To turn the far-flung wanderers Towards some predestined grace. Time matters not, nor pain, nor death, Nor fate as hard as stone. This truth needs but a single breath, And that we surely have known. Ah, father! What a joy to live With love so greatly expressed! Life has no greater gift to give Than that with which we were blessed. |
Until
The Next Dance, Rest In Sweet Peace |
