Geno
In loving memory
1982-2001

Last night I dreamt of you. . . .
and your hazel eyes.
Your smile gleamed,
your eyes sparkled,
your laugh, so divine.
I felt the warmth of your hands
softly caressing me.
I felt your heart beat
in rhythm with mine.
I heard your voice, so sensual.
I woke up longing for you
and your love. . . .
Come home.

Christina Voit
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