Would you believe, my lovable, lovely wife— should I leave first, this grace filled sphere of life— that all the words of love I’ve ever written/said can never/ever become dead? For even beyond whatever life they’ll have within your soul, they’ll also always live within whatever cosmic speck or spark becomes my role. Yes, I do believe we both know the truth of this, and deep within our knowing rests one infinite, eternal, sweetheart kiss.
Written by Bill in the 1980s or 1990s
