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he loved to love
placed the gifts
of his heart
on her pillow
gentle words
at spontaneous
moments
tender touches
between passing
workaday hours
soft songs made
of evenings his
light serenades
chair by chair
side by side
on the porch
partner witnesses
taking in uprise
of firefly summers
and downfall of
lake effect winters
shared breathing
experienced
mutual tacit
contentment
he needed no
more in return
than her smile
it contained
all his reasons
for living and
with that he
found his own
peace with the
idea of dying
she loved
to be loved
even if only
by touch of
his memory
Vagrant Poetry 