I tremble, as her cold blue
Lips shout reality. No fractioned hue
Of life remains of her we knew
As our little one. A heavy mist
Descends. To never again be kissed
By her sweet innocence. I resist
The pain that forms so deep
Within but cannot help but weep
And weep.....she's so fresh asleep.
What has caused this flower
Of the sun to shed the power
Of life at such an early hour?
Why has this growing pearl rare
And radiant, with skyfilled eyes fair
And magical, left our mortal care?
How may we again start along our
Way with such a missing part?
With such an anguish in our heart?
I do not know.
But I weep for us
My love
I weep for us.