Is grief just intense love that has no home;
No longer a vessel to reciprocate?
Lingering in the solemn air;
A part of mourning we have to tolerate.
But if it is love, which no longer has a place to dwell;
We should welcome it with open arms,
Embrace it with all its memories,
Comfort the anguish, for it will do us no harm.
A cherished love, with no fixed abode;
We can't leave it out in the cold.
Open the doors and welcome grief in,
And treasure those moments of old.
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