Once when I was really down and felt all was lost or dying, the Lord sent an angel to me to kick me in the rear, so to speak, and tell me that I had intrinsic worth. That angel was in the form of a young woman, and I appreciated very much the message she brought. To be honest there was a bit of a transference there and to be truthful I fell for her. I fell so hard I often remember her and the times we were in each other's presence. Love is eternal and this poem tells you that, if you read it properly. Who among us does not remember those whom they have had affection for, who among us can really say that their love for that other is truly gone? Memory is a strange thing at times. Angel dear, you know who you are, this one is to you:
Sometimes when I’m dreaming,
I see your face as it was
and feel your touch in the blanket,
feel your kiss in my pillow.
The passion still burns,
though, I know not where you are.
I feel your heart beat in mine,
I see the flames in your eyes.
As I hold the hand of another
I feel yours in memory.
I hear your voice in the wind
calling out to me with tenderness.
When I awaken to know you’re gone,
it’s like you drove away without
saying good-bye, so I kiss my pillow
and tell you “I still love you.”
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