I remember how just his name
could make everybody smile,
how life was just an extravagant game
he knew he'd win after a while.

His heart was lovely and true and brave,
he was really one of a kind,
his hands around mine, now I constantly crave,
his fate and mine intertwined.

No matter east or west I go
I'd see him all over the place,
from a strangers face, his brown eyes would show
or his little laugh that keeps me dazed.

People would tell me how special he was
and I would ask myself, darling why?
because if he was truly, remarkably special
then why did he have to die?