His memory is deep within my heart
His golden hair a picture in my mind
The sickness overtook him from the start
Weaker than before, he left us behind
My silver tears stained his beautiful face
His motionless form put me in despair
Sometimes I see him still, but just a trace
His presence close now; whispers in the air
I know that it is just a delusion
I miss him so much I cannot let go
My mind spins in circles; in confusion
Why did my sweet love have to leave me so?
I try to cope, but I can only feign
I dream of when I will see him again
