Peter Wallner wrote a creepy poem in tribute to his wife which he printed on an invite to guests at her memorial service at the hotel in London she had worked at:
You brought me trust you brought me tears
In one tender touch the pain disappears
I have been to the sword seen it come seen it die
As we enter the dark I beseech you to try
In prophecy all good things must end
So take care my love my friend
This yielding is fine this promise rare
One day at a time we've agreed to dare
Holding you tight with wide open arms
I'm letting you go no stranger to harm
Go on ride your way do not break or bend
Just take care my love my friend
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