I hung your card.
Upon my wall
Above my bedside
Table, ,
So when alone
And feeling dread
As I grow more disabled;
I am sustained
By your good thoughts
Your joy in what I write.
One Marquee is enough
For me,
To show my path
Is bright;
The words you write The rhymes you bake Feed my soul And fill my plate. What a gift That you provide To bring me close Right by your side. Please never doubt Your stories told Your masterpiece Is treasured gold. Thank you David, I am so very touched by your words. [3 Elaine
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A very nice piece of poetry about the lingering spark of true love. A thing of beauty is a joy forever. Thanks for sharing and keep it up.