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“Oh where Oh where has my young bride gone?”

We will not walk these hollowed halls again.

That is why we must always live in the moment.

Memories will replace those moments.

Embrace Love when it is within your reach.

Remember to always render appreciation for Love.

It’s moments are forever fleeing in the passing of time.

Moments that become more foggy and misty in time.

Feelings are pictures of those times

that special look

that only a first love gives.

The burning embrace of passionate love.

The comfort of awaking from a deep sleep

from a night of close spooning.

Dancing together as one

in that one special evening.

To have loved

to been loved

that is the greatest gift of all.

Best to have had the memory

to shed a tear upon

then none at all.

Thank you Lord

for rendering me another day

to Love again.

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