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Love
Without End
I
saw him dressed
to go away,
the eulogy was
read;
I knew the
somberness of
day,
but felt he was
not dead.
How
could the love
that he
displayed
be buried in a
pall?
Enduring love
cannot be laid
away with no
recall.
It
will arise
through tears of
pain
as though it
never fled,
and I will see
blue skies again
and know he is
not dead.
There
is no end to
love, you see,
and when I'm
wont to weep,
I'll wrap myself
in memory
and dream my
grief to sleep.
Copyright
© 1999 Ruth
Gillis
Previously
published in the
March 1999 issue
of RB's
Poets' Viewpoint
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