Last night your lost memory visited my heart
as spring visits the wilderness quietly,
as the breeze echoes the silence of her footfalls
in the desert,
as peace slowly, softly descends on one's sickness.
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If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.
by Emily DickinsonTo lose thee, sweeter than to gain
All other hearts I knew.
?Tis true the drought is destitute
But, then, I had the dew!
The Caspian has its realms of sand,
Its other realm of sea.