This morning, I am able to write the saddest lines.
As the sun rises, my heart bleeds for your presence, but you are not here.
The world shall mourn your departure;
No longer shall the sun adorn your eyes,
No longer shall the night hear your cries of passion,
No longer shall others see your beauty in real life.
We may have pictures, but they do not do you any justice.
For your beauty cannot be replicated by the
Strokes of a brush or by the click of a camera.

Not even these lines can emulate your perfection.
For your eminence exceeds the capabilities of my words.
You shall not be forgotten. Your rarity makes you special.
The fact that you will exist only in my lifetime makes you all the more precious.
And that is what make life all the more succulent.
However, you will be granted eternal life through the mouths of your peers,
The hearts of your family,
The Almighty above and through my lines.

So as long as this poem shall live and men have eyes to see and read,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.