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THERE WAS SO MUCH TO LOVE, I COULD NOT LOVE IT ALL by Helen Engelhart
So I loved you and love you still all in all.
When you are still, my love is there for you, a staff
on which to lean that will not break nor fail
to guide you as you climb or leap or stand quite still;
a comforter to hold against the chilling wind.
I live inside you now I can no longer live
beside you. I will never leave you utterly
alone. I chose you freely and in joy to be
my partner, wife, companion. My vow remains in place
though I am gone; this gift is more then memory allows.
