Larry
and Faye
(46 years, today, as one)
(46 years, today, as one)
My
daughter tells me that the 46th anniversary
is the anniversary of the poem.
Now I cannot write poetry,
but I found this poem which is perfect...
it is called...
is the anniversary of the poem.
Now I cannot write poetry,
but I found this poem which is perfect...
it is called...
NOT A DAY GOES BY
"Not
a day goes by,
that I don't wish you know how much I love you.
Not a day goes by,
that I don't wish better for you.
My love is like a river, it is like a fountain;
it is longing and flowing for you.
No matter what hard times we've been through,
My love has kept on growing for you.
I hope you can see,
that it is you I need.
I know we are bound for a higher life,
where we won't bear anymore strife.
Yet, in the still of this life,
not a day goes by,
that I'm not praying for you,
and still loving you."
- April M. Dawson
that I don't wish you know how much I love you.
Not a day goes by,
that I don't wish better for you.
My love is like a river, it is like a fountain;
it is longing and flowing for you.
No matter what hard times we've been through,
My love has kept on growing for you.
I hope you can see,
that it is you I need.
I know we are bound for a higher life,
where we won't bear anymore strife.
Yet, in the still of this life,
not a day goes by,
that I'm not praying for you,
and still loving you."
- April M. Dawson
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