cruel heart have you
after all this time
we have been one together
leave me to tend my phlox
and trim my roses that
we planted long ago in rich black soil
with gentle a caress and abiding love
though thorns rip and tear at my heart
love cannot die, it breaths for me
for our garden will still be tended
with shaking hands, tears water them well
though spring has come, it is an empty one
love cannot die but remains in my veins
forever young forever true
even unto the death of my body, my soul loves on
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