Dear Constance

When the rain of tears, Cries tears of Sorrow The River of Tears : Flows into “ Tomorrow “ When tomorrow , is Only a Dream of Yesterday Dreams : that have “ Died,” like Butterfly : ‘ FLY AWAY “ When we, FLY AWAY , on the wings of a Pure White Dove The Tears We Cry : Are the Everlasting Tears Of LOVE When LOVE joins the Immortal Spirit to the SOUL FOREVER; with YOUR LOVED Ones YOU become Whole Inspired by a Soup Mail from “Constance La France ~ A Rambling POET~~ Dedicated to “ CONSTANCE La FRANCE "