-- by John T. Baker - Copyright 2000 -- JTB8817@aol.com
If you should grieve, my love, if you should pine
When I am gone and just a memory,
I cannot hold your hand, alas, in mine,
And if you weep, your tears I shall not see.
And should you mourn for dreams that could not last,
Beseeching them in vain to reappear,
Should you lament the days forever past,
And if you rage, your cries I shall not hear.
But if, my love, you happen to recall
Some magic moment shared once long ago,
Some sweet surprise, some bliss however small,
And if you smile, be sure I then shall know.
For Death shall not prevail when I depart
As long as I still live within your heart.
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