Since love is that which fills
the heart,
every heart doth
pry apart while
holding onto
every life; every life that dies.
never, then, does life die alone.
But drags a part of all behind
under the sea. And in this way
doth death kill
Lonely lives,
angry souls,
rest as rare as
rubies.
yet there is love; there is hope.
Just as soon
as they are gone,
comfort from our
King doth come
An acronym, in loving memory of my friends Stephen, Bud (grandpa), Larry, and Jack. I miss you all and cannot wait to see you again.
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