She was what you might call
A classic beauty, so soft in form
Long in grace, all the while.
So lovely, so beautiful, so warm.

Anne, I long to hold you close to me,
Tightly against my beating chest.
The promise of so much, how could it be?
Somehow, I think you know the rest.

What would I now say, what would I do
Just to be now, next to you?
All that I have, though so very few,
All that I could possibly be.

07/01/2006

Posted on 07/06/2006
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