The best times we’ve had on earth are usually with those we love.

So before we end and then begin
We'll drink a toast to how it's been
A few more hours to be complete
A few more nights on satin sheets
A few more times that I can say
I've loved these days

God gives us enemies so we will appreciate those who love us.

Had any poet adequately described the wretched ugliness of a loved one turned inside out with grief?

I don't think nostalgia has to be negative.

I'm not a fan of people romanticizing their loved ones in death.