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Mar 2012
Rest your weary bones, my love
For tomorrow the work begins
Goodbye is just the start
For us two, connected at the heart.

The tears may shed tonight, my dear
Not only yours but, mine
On this, our last night
Our last night.

Close your eyes and I shall be there
Wrapped in our warm embrace
Giving your lips a gentle taste.

Now as I write this the tears flow down
As you lay next to me, snoring loud.
Who would have thought that I'd miss the sound.

My love, oh, my love...



I shall wait for you, my dear
Always waiting to be near.
Always waiting for the next embrace...

On this our last night I write
About our last night I write
With a smile upon my face
For tomorrow will come with haste...

You're resting now, love
Something I will not do tonight
For the thought of you gone leaves me torn
My mind not sheltered from the storm.

So, I say, rest your weary bones, my dear
For the ending time is drawing near.
Be prepared for what lies before us
I know it will be hard
But, we are connected at the heart
I know it will be hard to part
Not yet, love, not yet
For now rest those weary bones, my dear.
Rosie Wisniewski
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Rosie Wisniewski  Michigan
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