One Gray Hair
One last gray hair clings to my breast
from times I held you in my arms.
It speaks to me of one last rest
but more to hold me with its charms.
Remembering,
and cherishing.
I pray its grasp is firm and strong
and holds my heart with relevance,
to know with you my passions long
for love not paused by circumstance.
Fidelity,
Serenity.
02/14/2018
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