My heart had never held a warmth as well as yours. With gentle hand and longing eye you led me to whiter shores, to better times, forever yours.

My mouth had never muttered a name as mirthful as yours. It swung with the harmony of a seraphim's spell between its sacred syllables, consonants crashed like waves against my humble tongue, drowning in your honeyed hums, forever young.

My fingertips had never faced a face so full of grace before. And as I mouth the words "I'm sorry" they fall flat, forever unsure.

My ears had never envied for a voice so vibrant. No holy hymn nor sacred sum could match the way you spoke to me like alchemy, turning my venom into violets, my rage into roses, all it shows is how much I miss the way you breathe "I love you", forever softly sung.