This was written with love for a Dear Friend who lost his soulmate, now he is a wounded dove that mourns daily.
Soft was your manner and gentle was your way,
Because of you, my love, I looked forward to everyday.
Through your beautiful eyes, I looked at the world with wonder,
I even found delight in storms, excitement in lightening and thunder.
You were the air I breathed, my fluffy, white cloud,
My joy would erupt and I'd shout out loud.
Then one day your light began to dim and finally went out,
Life held no real meaning, what was it truly about?
My love for you, My Darling, is a golden circle without end,
You were everything to me, my lover and best friend.
In dreams I hold you close to me, a joy untold,
You are mine once again, to have and to hold.
One day we will walk Heaven's Golden Streets, hand in hand,
United once again, Soulmates, woman and man.
How one replaces a heart?
How one fills up the void, any void?
How one cry when there are no more tears?
Time will not heal the wound, but it would soothe it with the dust accumulated by the dying hours.
I loved you so much...I could you die?...
Georg
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
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How one fills up the void, any void?
How one cry when there are no more tears?
Time will not heal the wound, but it would soothe it with the dust accumulated by the dying hours.
I loved you so much...I could you die?...
Georg