Gentlier than a spring flower
More delicate than dew.
I reminisce almost daily
Of our first meeting.
I can't help but think of you.

The way you laughed
The way we played
Although everyone was around.
No one seemed to realize
You just never wore a frown.

Your joys of making me happy
The kindnesses I tried
So hard to give back to you.
I never pictured living without you
Its been so hard to do.

I miss you more my Darling
With the dawning of each new day
That seems so slowly to go by.
I'll forever remember your embrace
Until the day I die.

Cecelia Weir

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