Dear Constance
When the rain of tears, Cries tears of Sorrow
The River of Tears : Flows into “ Tomorrow “
When tomorrow , is Only a Dream of Yesterday
Dreams : that have “ Died,” like Butterfly : ‘ FLY AWAY “
When we, FLY AWAY , on the wings of a Pure White Dove
The Tears We Cry : Are the Everlasting Tears Of LOVE
When LOVE joins the Immortal Spirit to the SOUL
FOREVER; with YOUR LOVED Ones YOU become Whole
Inspired by a Soup Mail from “Constance La France ~ A Rambling POET~~
Dedicated to “ CONSTANCE La FRANCE "
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