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Posthumous poem - Growth
Growth - Self - Today and Love is Lost
How much love you, You 'll never know.
The more we talk, the more love grows.
In a whisper it always shows love and tenderness and how it glows.
My blood comes to boil and it always knows that when I am with you excitement flows.
How much I can love you, you'll some day know, can't hide behind brightness,
It blinds you so.
Tony - 1992
To love your self,
is to be loved,
for you are what you reflect.
Today is always the first day of Tomorrow.
Love is Lost
From me to you.
You don't know loss until,
you lose a love...
And don't really know love until you've lost it...
To have known the loss of love,
Is to have had