"Precious Gifts" by Robert Richard

Precious Gifts

When I cry it's as if my tears replace
her gentle touch upon my face.
O! So tender..soft..and warm they flow..
onto places only she would know.
I cry for her and when I do..
I think of my tears like this..
Sent from the love I miss.
Precious gifts..from her to show..
How much she cares...
and still loves me so...

Robert Richard

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