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MISSING DAPHNE
A day in March it was
When she told me:
"To be too good
Is always dangerous".
I realised not then
That I would miss her so
Even years after
She has gone.
Wise Daphne
Still remains
A rare woman
She was and is.
Like Cirius in the heavens
She outshines
All the rest of her kind
Even on this March day
As she did
More than two decades ago
On a similar March day.
True love is in the unforgettable aspect of a thought, a memory, a vague dream of something so beautiful. Love is an energy that never dies, never tires and never leaves. Love is a companion for the soul. The fuel that makes that soul burn all the more brighter. Combine two loves into one and they as one are an unstoppable force, more constant than infinity. Poetry is one of the few languages love universally speaks. You make many so glad that they can comprehend and speak your language. you know who!........ so why type it? laughs