The fear <br />Of what I used to hear <br />The dread and the death <br />Of wanting to be dead <br /> <br />All disapear <br />When I see you near <br />Thank you for being there <br /> <br /> <br />To my one true love <br /> Adie<br /><br />Dave Alan Walker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-my-love-48/
