Dee, My One True Love.
 
As I sit there in my old chair, the memories sharp and clear
Of she and I and days gone by just suddenly appear.
Or when at last the day has passed and I'm alone and free
A vision of my one true love will then appear to me.
 
It's been four years and still the tears roll gently down my face,
For she's not there her love to share which no one can replace.
I knew that she must surely be in almost constant pain,
Yet through it all I can't recall a time when she'ld complain.
 
The nights are long as in the song, since she has passed away,
Which I am sure I must endure until my dying day.
No other face can take her place for in my heart I hold
Her memory, which is to me more valuable than gold.
 
But she has gone while I live on and in an outward way
Try not to show the grief below that haunts me day by day.
Now heaven above is filled with love but never will I be sure
Until the day I pass away and reunite with her.
 
                                --Ray E. Gessler 1/25/96
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