sad and lovely, I want to ask you George: isn't that the beauty of love? without claiming, it yields the world and is the very spring of life.

Just absolutely beautiful, you ol' romantic, you!

I concur.This is wonderfully beautiful!I loved reading this one especially, but I love everything you write. :)

What a terrific love poem!

i think of "the lovely bones" when i read this...in the sense that i read it as a communication from the beyond; the residual emotions that stick around far past one's expiration date - the kind of love all should aspire to imprint on those left behind.

We all go back to feed what remains, don't we? This is lovely George!

...in the leaves, everything, 'tis a good description of the 'ether' world. i'll be another leaf, falling, blowing beside you.

...in the leaves, everything, 'tis a good description of the 'ether' world. i'll be another leaf, falling, blowing beside you.

Well, this makes me grab for the hankie - quite lovely, but we, too, will have your words, George, and that means a lot to me.

I have seen few more intriguing ways to open a poem than your first stanza here, George. Remarkable.

Oh, this one grasbs in the deepest pockets of heart and soul, George....well-done sir! Well done!

Reminds of the old George Jones tune, I stopped Loving Her Today, only that emotion never leaves once its implanted. We in the most natural of things have returned to the essence of creation and become part of what created us. Its only natural that the ones left behind yearn for what they no longer can physically feel or touch. Lovely write George, just lovely.

Brilliant perspective from the passed to the present, and a wealth of poignancy deposited between propositions in the opening and closing stanzas -- a moving projection George.