Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Herest

Every place I go
She is here with me
In my soul. I know
Just instinctively
What she'd love to see
What would make her cry
Where she'd like to be
What she'd walk on by-
Also I know why,
What makes her that way.
She is always nigh
In my heart each day.
Someday, I hope, too
She'll be in my view.

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