I miss her close, her warmth and grace,
And how the world would halt in place.
Her laughter blessed my darkest hours,
Her inner strength a bloom of flowers.

I miss her smile, my secret spark,
That danced through days and lit the dark.
The way she say my name,
So soft, so sure, yet never the same.

Her voice—it rose, a silver stream,
It stirred the clouds, it forgave my sins.
The heavens leaned to catch her tone,
And I, below, felt less alone.
I swear the sky turned into colors bright,
Her song then became all the light.
The stars bent down to hear her voice—
And in that sound, my heart found his choice.

I miss you... Too long with no see,
Love like hers still sings in me.