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The Treasure
by Tony Whitaker
I found riches beyond belief
When your arms held my grief
Through all this pain and strife
You gave meaning to my new life
And my memories of you I treasure
Now wishing you were here
Our friendship I hold so dear
How much I miss our walks
Under summer moons the talks
And my memories of you I treasure
But you had to walk away
Wanting more than you could pay
But thanks to you I did rebound
From feeling lost to being found
And my memories of you I treasure
 01/21/2007 Posted on 01/21/2007
Copyright © 2026 Tony Whitaker
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 01/22/07 at 05:58 AM Love is... and always will be ever present in the here and now.. even memories, when remembered come to the present... and live again..beautiful sentiment, Tony.. precious.... |
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