A beep a pulse machines do sing
My love my love you wear my ring.
The rhythmic beat of metered air
I kiss your lips I stroke your hair.
I hold you close for we both know
The time has come I can't let go.
I begged I cried to take your place
For I can't live without your grace.
With one last kiss you slipped away
And I am left to brave the day.
And in my heart you'll always sing
My love my love you wear my ring.
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Author:
Lost in Murphy (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My wife died in my arms it seems like an eternity ago. She was not conscious but I know she knew I was there.
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Comments3
A beautiful tribute to the love you two shared, and yes, I'm sure she still is aware of your deep love. Very well expressed poem, Sir!
I feel you must have felt that kind of love before. Thank you for understanding.
I have, and thank you for sharing yours.
carry on
I can't help but think how thankful I am that you are no longer throwing away these bits of you. You've written honestly and simply, and nothing clouds the pain of that day. Beautiful write about a day that no doubt has contributed to who you are.
Thank you my friend you're insightful words inspire me. And you're so correct she did and still has the biggest impact on my life. Writing helps.
I'm thinking about sharing something kind of dark, somewhat apprehensive. Guess I need to get beyond the thought of possibily offending someone.
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