When I go to sleep
Sometimes I really have to weep
The pain seems to intensify
Maybe I just magnify
Laying full awake for hours
Cannot even smell the flowers
But when I think of you
And the good times too
Happiness you have brought me
Opennes plain to see
Cannot be measured
But is definitely treasured

by Martha G. Waldron

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