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Anne






This is the way I've always felt love should be,
like when you healed a hawk and then set it free.
I'm sure it wanted to come back to sweet you.
You gave free of yourself as others should do.
You said you were only doing what you should,
but I know you were doing all that you could.
From deep within you gave freely of yourself
You never put another on the back shelf.
That is why I wanted you to be my wife
I could see no other in which to spend life.
This is the way I've always felt love should be,
like when you healed a hawk and then set it free.

I'm sure it wanted to come back to sweet you.
You gave free of yourself as others should do.
How easily you could make my sour heart heal
I thought was dead no longer able to feel.
You raised my soul from out of the deep dark mud
let me gather strength and I bloomed from my bud.
Days gathered, we grew in love and could not wait.
For we had no idea of upcoming fate.
We were together, solid walking as one
Two figures flowing to their dreams in the sun.
This is always the way I've felt love should be
like when you healed a hawk and then set it free.

You said you were only doing what you should,
but I know you were doing all that you could.
The cancer came and took a life of its own.
The doctors told us it was within the bone.
Bedside I stood above you a helpless guard.
You fought with your all nothing left to discard.
Though you fought the good fight with all of your might.
The cancer took you on a cold lonely night.
Anne you will always live deep within my heart.
Each time I see a hawk soaring in its art.
This was the way I've always felt love should be,
like when you healed a hawk and then set it free.

 

 

 

 

 

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  • unfortuntly sometimes how we want things especially love to be, doesn;t always work out very well. Very sad poem.