O Maid of France- darling of my years who came in time of need to succour me and tend my wounds which I reeived in savage rage from Welsh abandonment. And then with skill and magic of her love she did rebuild this broken man with gentleness and care,and from this union did evolve a life so fair for both of us to share. For four and forty summers lived we so in idyllic happiness beyond belief, then came that dreadful day,when she was snatched away and leaving me called out and said,"Take my hand and I you to Paradise will lead."
Reason for writing:
The death of my beloved wife on June 2.2000
Birth sign: Capricorn
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