Poetry is meant to be spoken in soft thoughtful tones,
Recite them too roughly and the words will fly
And the meanings fade -- Hush, sweet dear,
As you read this plea, remember the air,
Remember the trees, golden streams
That fall between golden leaves --
Remember the time when the sea was green,
When sleeping came upon us with such ease
As to make breathing seem a tiring chore --
But most of all, sweet dear
Remember me in all my splendour
Not a false thought or word, else my world
Should crumble -- if you grant me this one small favor,
Then I will promise to always remember you
As the guardian of my affections, the holder
Of my heart, the one my mind would seek at the start
Of the day, whose gentle thought would sweep me in the night --
So as you wander with angel's wings,
Remember to meet me at the gate when next we meet.
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