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