God looked around his garden and he found an empty place He then looked down to earth and saw your tired face He put his arms around you and lifted you to rest God's garden must be beautiful he always takes the best He knew that you were suffering he knew that you were in pain He knew that you would never get well on earth again So he closed your weary eyelids and whispered Peace be Thine Then he took you up to Heaven with hands so gentle and kind It broke our hearts to lose you but you did not go alone For part of us went with you the day God took you home

Shelly's Poem A feather blows in the wind so free love is eternal for you and he. Memories made and tales to tell, happy times on sadness don't dwell. Laughter, smiles moments shared remember these times don't be scared. He is in your laughter he is in your tears his love you will know for the rest of your years. He is still with you he hasn't gone feel him in your heart listen to his song.

Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of eternal passion. That is just being 'in love' which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Those that truly love have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.