She knows the intense pain
That battered your saddened soul,
And every morning when she saw you
A part of you was gone
Your smile was first
And every morning after that
Less of you was there.
But you tried to make up for it
With the life in your eyes
And then one morning
That life was gone.
After that
Every morning when she saw you
You weren't there

Today as she sat writing
She was rudely interrupted
With news of your death
And as she writes
She finally praised the Love
Who took you away.