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Her Gentle Touch That Cured His Great Ills

She graced his life and gave her very best
Erasing strife, passing every hard test
Now with his eight flying decades flown by
Death came not and he sat there asking why!

How could he live without her soft touch
He had felt great pain, but never this much
Her death had destroyed his romantic world
Into pits of hell it had his soul hurled

Each night, her love-spirit came in his dreams
He would wake alone, tears flowing in streams
Then he would beg, put me there by her side
I hate life, I am done with this hard ride

One summer night her spirit came to play
In saddest voice he begged her to stay
With bright flash, they flew to another place
To live happy, hand in hand, face to face

Robert J. Lindley, 1-13-2017
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Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 160
Total # Words: 134

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