Silently gazing at photos of the man I once loved,

He is with me.

Peaceful memories of what there once was

The pain, the gain

The tears, the fears

The laughter, the years

They fly, just like him… the apple of my eye

It’s better to have loved and lost, they say, and so

He will be with me, forever and always.

Standing at the grave of the woman I can’t let go.

She is far from me,

Taken far too soon to the God above

My flame, my name

My love, my dove

My peace, up above

She flies, just like time… always moving.

It’s better to have loved and lost, they say

But bring her back, I’ll forever pray.