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As I walked alone last night,

(with a heart as full as the full-moon)

I recalled the days when we met.

I remembered your face.

How I do love you.





Off in the distance I heard a child call.

It reminded me of our beautiful children

and their so-often free-floating laughter.

They all have your laughter.

How I do love you.





Through all those years, moment-by-moment,

sweet and not-so-sweet, you nurtured them;

their hearts are as much your heart

as their hearts are themselves.

How I do love you.





I thought of the times I’d watched you

sleeping with our babies,  and how

you  were surrounded, submerged

in the halo of your mutual beauty.

How I do love you.





I love you.

Full moons,

Fall evenings,

sweet memories

always make me cry.