aɪ love the slipping vaʊwels That seɪ yʊər neɪme In gliding təʊnes that form my lips to a kiss.
The səʊnd of it brings comforting warmth. The world disappɪəring In the seɪfe enfolding of yʊər arms,
Naʊ peɪn and tɪərs of sadness Are companions to the memory of yʊər passing
Once peəred and jɔɪned United as one, aɪ thought, Forever. This child’s nəʊtion was innocent of aweəreness That love’s lexicon is full of such partings
Naʊ aləʊne aɪ strive to grasp an ember of a truth profaʊnd That while a part of me will alweɪs Call for you in whispers And long for yʊər embreɪce aɪ’ll preveɪl , surviving separation’s sting. A tribute Still standing, Praʊd And saʊnd.