A deeper shade of brown
paints a cherished scene
to hang in your heart of memories
~
In tender moments like this
I quietly sit
holding your worn hands
and with my open heart
I trace the lines
that maps the memories
of such love
I can only imagine
~
For her gift
is forever yours
never to be replaced
but exhaled
with every breath you take
a warmth that caresses
and assures
with each passing day
love waits
~
Just inhale
pjw
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