Regarding my music,
My sweetheart wrote me a poem;
And so beautiful.
I fear it was lost,
forever lost or taken;
lost to both of us.
I recall some lines;
I remember its structure;
But not perfectly.
And I very well
recall how it made me feel,
long ago, in spring.
So I give my love
All that I now remember,
Within this sonnet:
David Emeron: Sonnets 
How very kind of you!
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You’re quite welcome, sweetheart. Still, this pains me. I feel certain that work of yours will turn up somehow, somewhere, but it makes me sad that I cannot find it.
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I do hope it shows up because I want you to have it, but for myself – you are my memory and have done an admirable job of it. I am content. Even at peace with it these days. You have given me this.
Thank you, my dear. You have my gratitude and my love
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