I'll never see those smiling eyes
Touched by a gorgeous shade of blue
Which neither the ocean nor the heavens
Were fit to hold a candle to.
I will never feel his wide mouth
Wrapped up in thin kissable lips
Taste its bitter-sweetness
Or trace it with my fingertips.
I'll never smell his windblown hair
Tinted with a magical shade of moonlight
Or get mellow in its attachments
On those wet, cold winter nights.
I will never hear his beating heart
Or feel his pulse against my skin
Nor all those silly little things
Which have us wings and made him, 'Him'.
I'll never get to tell him
Just how he made me feel
Or share with him the reasons
Why my heart's a heart of steel.
I can never look him in the eyes
So that I can tell him why_
In my hour of grieve, I've shed a tear
So I hope my whispered words,
Reach your ear…
I have love you; goodbye, my dear!