Undying Love
In everyone's existence certain sights
And sounds have more importance over all
Other things we occasioned. Some excite
Us more today than yesterday, Enthrall
Is more precise. And others make us sad.
The mulberry tree and dandelion
Reminds me daily, happy times we had
Together picking berries; her crying
Because her hands were stained. To stop the tears
I would then stoop and pluck a yellow bloom
and place it over her ear. I also hear
The sounds that make me very sad. Entombed
My heart becomes, beside my loves’ remains
Upon my hearing morning doves refrains.
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