PO-10.

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is forever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by the suns of home.

PO-09.

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

PO-08.

Sunshine was never the same
Feelings were never easy
Memories are all I have
Residing in my heart as an album

Each day passes by
With memories of yesterday
Not wanting to accept
Bitter truth that you are gone

PO-07.

When I think of you
I instantly smile
With that smile
There are so many memories.

There is something about you
that is not replaceable
for no one could fill
the void you would leave

PO-06.

Love is greater than what anyone can express,
greater than that which anyone can understand,
or experience, and yet..
It is always fully expressed,
by those who are the givers
whenever Love is given, and
It's nature is quite fully known,
by all who have feelings,
wherever It's presence is felt.