There was always darkness in my dreams.
Funeral edges and morbid seams.
A shroud of despair-webbed grief-worm satin.
A veil weaved of last rite Latin.
Now nightmare mists, ebb and fade.
For I found you, light to my shade.
You elevate me to a heightened view.
You've changed my soul. I love you.
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For you, my darling husband, for you.
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