She was once the loveliest flower in the valley.
Her hair was wavy and raven black.
Her eyes were sparkling blue
Azure pools of loveliness.
Her claim to fame was her smile.
Her beauty was the envy of all.
Her thoughts were sweet and pure.

I remember well the countless hours
We spent in each other’s arms,
The many nights we shared our love,
The endless dreams of togetherness.
We spoke of love and longing.
We spoke of spending a lifetime together.
We used to be so happy.

But, Life is cruel,
And Death is cold.
Life must eventually
Fade into Death,
And, perhaps in time,
The memories will also fade.

Dec. 5, 1978

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