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Martin Conway, 85, has been told he cannot leave flowers at his wife's grave because of health and safety

I Miss You Lots Yet I Miss You Not-

When I thought of you sweetheart; My soul melts; My heart moaned; For you are my parts The part of myself… O’ I’ve grown My lips were damp; On that day my soul grew torn; The day you flew away; ~for I miss you lots yet I miss you not? By the grave I saw your feelings; The grave stone bares your name; Alas, the clovers spouting; Shouting you name; Sweetheart tormentor of my dreams; In a kingdom full of absolutes It seems… What are these but tangent truths? Is this a dream Much I marveled once alive girlie lady; Deep into that darkness flaming; Take thy angel from out my heart; Rest damsel no longer are you miss-placed ~for I miss you lots yet I miss you not? Munnaa ah ma ”sweet kisses”; Nor are you longer a damsel in distress; I had dreamed of torches taming; Long I stood there declaring, shaming; That moment my soul grew hot; Never the less those missed kisses ; Shall whisper where there’re not? ~for I miss you not yet I miss you lots ?
3/6/20 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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