THE ESSENCE

In the essence of my memories
Is where you will always dwell
Arousing all of my sensitivities
That put me under your spell

The memories I hold most dear
Are not of the passion we shared
But of those moments you would hold me near
And show how much you cared

Memories of times gone by
I'd change some if I could
I try to make the bad ones die
And remember only the good

What I choose most not to forget
May come as a surprise
For it's not of when we first met
But of the essence of truth in your eyes

JAMES O. STONE

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