If she died tonight,
What would you still see?
The image of an effortless beauty?
Would you remember the magic in those finger tips?
Or the mystery in her eyes like the moons eclipse?
Could you still see the love in her eyes before she went to sleep?
Could you still feel the care in her touch on your fleshly washed cheek?
Could you ever imagine something so effortless?
Find those moments again that made you feel breathless.
If her face was no longer in bloom,
If colour in her cheek no longer ranged like a flume.
Would everyday carry on the same?
Would your love still be that endless flame?
The cycle of life still moves on,
But her light no longer blazes.
If the star no longer shine as bright.
If day break no longer amazes.
If you were to now lay alone,
But by no fault of your own.
Just that fate decided to be cruel,
And smite you as a love struck fool.
Would you ever appreciate what you had?
Or would she just turn out to be your latest fad?
Something you could dispose of so easily,
Your fight to keep her memory alive yet done so feebly.
So watch as her chest moves up and down,
Make sure that smile never fades into a frown.
Make hour with her last an eternity.
And never forget to remember me.
