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two years have come and gone, when i thought i could cry no more, i have cried, and when i thought i could laugh no more, i have laughed,
and when i thought that the memory you, could not affect my day it has,
as i walk this world, your echo has held me steady, an your love has brought me to this place,
i can still hear you say, i could love you no more then this,
my peace is to know that you're watching over me still,
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A dove’s kiss
I desperate longing of know takes me to a past event that is remembered and the hurt of it spills out,
I could love you know more then yesterday and today. I could give you no more then this, an embrace that holds you my love,
As a look back, to a whispered thought reminds me of this day, know and throughout eternity again,
I could love you no more then this,
I smile, as to say, what sweetness came and comes from your heart,
As I look at the days that have brought me here, to know that I am loved more then yesterday, but giving no more then this day,
My rhythm of a lovers heart beat entraps me in a far away place, as I hear the roar of your laughter, that gives me peace of mind,
A sense of being, an a promise that plays with my mind, as a kiss that is felt from the past,
What is in me, spills from the love that you have given, as the past holiday rewinds itself into today’s events, I am here, and you, you are a memory that keeps me going, keeps me in a place worthy of a thought again,
I could love you no more then this, no more then grace, no more then a shadow that never leaves your side, and no more then a write of words that will never be forgotten,
You have taken me to this place, to a place that’s filled with joy, I could love you no more then this,
Warmth touches me, as do the days of you that keep me
Loving you always and always,
My brother, my heart, I miss you, I know that your spirit lives on, and that keeps me smiling,
Heaven was given a gift, when you walked through those gates, i am alone, alone in thought, but not alone in this heart of mines,
i whisper to the wind, so that you may hear as it travels to you, i could love you no more then this,
The kiss of a dove,
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