Love can be heard in the song of birds, the wind in the meadows and blowing in the trees. We need just listen, to here a recalling of a fond love and a kindness shown by a stranger or friend.
Beautufully written Ron, bringing good thoughts to the reader.
The gulls have a memorable cry...persistent and sad. And it is the perfect vehicle for stimulating a memory, since many of those are also persistent and sad.
But, you seem to take the view that it is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all...
that seems to be a good perspective.
I'm happy to read another of your wonderful poems, Ron!
Keep up the great work.