Thinking of you with this heart brought your picture to mind,
lovingly looking at you, seeing love coming back into me.
You are wonderful, understanding, and I plan on loving you
forever, not a day will pass that I won't feel your love
tugging at my apron strings.
You are my love, the first and last, you are my song when I
have breathed my last.
So hold me close and never let us part, our love shall grow
even though we don't ever breathe again, or beat our hearts
in unison with each other.
When dying, our bodies are left behind, but love continues
to fertilize many lives that are still left to fulfill their
purposes on earth.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/always-thinking-of-you-5/
