For Chad

Another long day has passed.
Yet I hear your sweet voice,
playing in my head.
And I'm reminded of your love.
My body feels your tight and gentle grip,
a sense of security with an absence of words.
As your warm smile penetrates my gloom.
Again, I'm reminded of you love.
So close, so real.
Can this be true?
Is forever really everlasting?
Then I feel your hand,
pull me from doubt.
Now the answer is seen.
And again, I'm reminded of your love.

by Tanya Lynn Wells

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