Sunday, August 10, 2014


I have no photograph of you,
 And yet how clearly I can see
Your understanding eyes of blue
 Smile down at me;
I have no record of your tone,
 And yet how often you are near!
Your phrases, answering my own,
 Fall on my ear.
I have no promise that the years 
Will not be many till we meet,
And yet I dream, through smiles and tears,
 And count dreams sweet.

-Anne Campbell

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