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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=531950" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Norwood</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lovely friend, <br>What can I say to you now<br>That wasn’t said<br>When we sat together<br>On the sunlit shore of friendship? <br>What tenderness of affection<br>Can I offer you? <br>What words of understanding<br>Written in the poetry of my heart<br>Can I convey to you? <br>Does God give your eyes in heaven<br>Earthly vision to see my tears? <br>Does God reassure you<br>There is nothing between us but love, <br>There is no judgment, <br>Only love, only understanding, <br>Only longing to hear your voice<br>In pleasant conversation.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Car rides to concert venues, <br>Sacred time at the zoo<br>Talking soul language of hope, <br>Summer sunlight listening to music<br>And walking avenues of midnight college streets<br>Of laughter and dreams, <br>I’ll never forget your smile<br>Or as Dylan says, “Your gentleness now, <br>Which you just can't help but show.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What has time taken from us<br>Except the ability to express how we feel<br>In that repetition that is truth and friendship<br>And undeniable love, <br>But there was nothing about your existence<br>And beautiful humanity<br>That I ever experienced<br>As anything less than genuine<br>And from the heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We often talked of spirituality<br>And the returning of souls, <br>And I know, we’ll meet again<br>In a different place<br>And in a different incarnation, <br>Nothing will be forgotten<br>Nor erased<br>Until we continue<br>Our prayer-like conversation, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But tonight, lovely friend, <br>I’m reading the Bible, <br>Reading my poet hero King David, <br>He was hunted like an animal<br>By King Saul, <br>He thought surely Saul<br>Would kill him, <br>But David wept<br>When King Saul<br>And his son Jonathan<br>Perished together in battle, <br>And King David sang<br>Of his friend Jonathan, <br>“Thy love to me was wonderful, <br>Passing the love of women.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">2 Samuel 1: 17—27.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Uriah+Hamilton">Uriah Hamilton</a><div class=q>
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What can I say to you now
That wasn’t said
When we sat together
On the sunlit shore of friendship? 
What tenderness of affection
Can I offer you? 
What words of understanding
Written in the poetry of my heart
Can I convey to you?..."></div>
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