There is nothing I can compare
His radiant gaze... looking up at me
There is nothing more pure
The warmth, his touch, our happiness combined
What can I make of this?
I don't want to be anywhere
Except in his arms
Not a day goes by
Without wishing I were with him
Lost and presumed dead...
Perhaps in Heaven, I'll see him again
I'm blessed to see his smiles live on
Our daughter, Ophelia
The same eyes, the same smile
I love her all the more