She was my friend, she died too young,
In just a blink her life was gone.
Her heart quit beating, drew her last breath.
Her heart beats on with mine in death.
We never met, lived miles apart
Her memory still tugs at my heart.
She was my friend, she died too young
And yet, in me, her heart lives on.
Rest in peace, Sweet Bella.
D H Loewen
Copyright © David Loewen | Year Posted 2018
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