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love
A LOVER'S HEART
There he lay, fragile and pretty,
his eyes to close for the rest.
The doctors who said - "he has a weak heart",
had never known any strength.
There were tears in eyes for a body so 'unhis',
He was crying too.
People would call him by a name they'd given,
I, called him Life.
He'd always talked 20 to a dozen,
I, made little of it all.
He was leaving behind a legacy of his deeds,
he was leaving behind himself in me.
He was giving me time to understand him- this lifetime,
so he could have my next.
No, love wasn't his physical state,
Love was what he did,
Love was in the things he said,
Love was what i was into.
He knew, I understood.
I see his eyes close in peace.
Now, my head is in turmoil,
for even when people say he's gone so far- i can feel him close to me.
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