The love that once was born can not die For it has become part of us, of our life, Woven into the very texture of our being. Each of us would wish to leave some part of ourselves, So here and now we bear witness to the one we knew in life, Who now in death bequeaths a subtle part, precious and beloved, Which will be with us in truth and beauty, In dignity and courage and love To the end of our days. Author: Algernon Black        Posted On: 26-Dec-2008