.unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
- emily dickinson.
one year has past.
four seasons without you.
you have not left my heart.
i miss you.
i love you.
my amazing auntie.
i will never forget you.
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory -
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
-Percy Bysshe Shelley
we will look after him...
love always, Skye x
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