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On letting love go |
| Remembrance The greatest gift I can give you as life carries you far away, though these arms still long to hold you, is to set free the love, the passion held here in my heart for you. As the night breeze reverently flows over the tops of mighty trees, my love flies like flocks of pure doves as I open my heart -- letting you go to the welcoming wind. Some velvety night as you stand, gazing at the heaven's glories so far above; you may enjoy the wind's embrace and know, it is my love, a remembrance of me. |