How shall my life have meaning when you’re gone,
What pleasures then would life have me prepare?
A meal alone with candle light? What song
Might raise my spirits nigh above despair?
What future path with footprints of but one
Shall lead unto horizons better blessed,
And on that journey what may set the tone
And on whose bosom shall my head be rest?
You are a part of me and have become
My living purpose and my guiding star,
So ever where I range your heart’s my home —
A constant refuge be you near or far.
Of this fair knowing, here I state to thee
That on your passing, I shall cease to be.
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Loubert S Suddaby poems 