All the love that history knows

All the love that history knows,
is said to be in every rose.
Yet all that could be found in two,
is less than what I feel for you.

- Author Unknown -









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Do not stand at my grave and weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not here, I do not sleep

I am the thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow

I am the sun on ripened grain

I am the gentle autumn rain

I am the shining stars at night

When you awake to the morning light

I am the soft uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight

My time has come, I am at rest

I am the sunset in the west

I am the clouds that race above

Where I watch over those I love

Do not stand at my grave and cry

I am not here, I do not die

So hear the words that here I say

I am the love that guides your way.