Written for a friend to honor a friendnectarfizzApril 17 2005, 05:19:39 UTC
When I think of you I refuse to cry You did not go..you did not die
When a train whistles in a quiet night I will know I am once more in your sight When the clock strikes soft in the dawn of day I will know the words you are trying to say For I know that part of you does stay to romp and chase and goof and play When I think of you I refuse to cry You did not go...you did not die
You are there in the pages of a long-loved book You are that gentle most giving look. You make the leaves dance like kittens merry You lift with me the loads I carry. When I think of you...I don't ask why You did not go..you did not die
Though your body may have given in to rest you gave your all, you gave your best and with that passing a tear will fall but stil I hear each time you call for life can't take what lives immortal friendship will bridge the gap..and build a portal and though silent days pass by I will not cry..you did not die.
For as long as there is love You are alive in me.
With love and great respect I commit this poem to your care.. in the name of one who loves you Her gift through me..a poem.. Buffalogal loves you still.
You did not go..you did not die
When a train whistles in a quiet night
I will know I am once more in your sight
When the clock strikes soft in the dawn of day
I will know the words you are trying to say
For I know that part of you does stay
to romp and chase and goof and play
When I think of you I refuse to cry
You did not go...you did not die
You are there in the pages of a long-loved book
You are that gentle most giving look.
You make the leaves dance like kittens merry
You lift with me the loads I carry.
When I think of you...I don't ask why
You did not go..you did not die
Though your body may have given in to rest
you gave your all, you gave your best
and with that passing a tear will fall
but stil I hear each time you call
for life can't take what lives immortal
friendship will bridge the gap..and build a portal
and though silent days pass by
I will not cry..you did not die.
For as long as there is love
You are alive in me.
With love and great respect
I commit this poem to your care..
in the name of one who loves you
Her gift through me..a poem..
Buffalogal loves you still.
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