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By Graham Storrs Submitted by graham_storrs Date: 2001 Nov 21 Comment on this Work [[2001.11.21.20.15.21549]] |
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Had you a dozen children, we both know That not a one would but resemble you. The essence of the woman I love so Could not be conjured into someone new. And if you were a genius of note And penned your life for all to read and share, The words, no matter with what skill you wrote, Could not but hint at everything you were. Your visage may outlive you even so, Preserved as data, safe in cyberspace, With all that made you wonderful to know, Reduced to just the pattern of your face. You will not live forever, sweet, nor I, But we will live in love until we die. |