Cold words fall deaf upon the joyful heart A memory keeps its meaning until death makes it no more Her brush always spoke to me, her canvas was my souls imagination Her soft lips, her beautiful eyes never will I forget for with her I became a man A nightfall always brought dreams of holding her, I love her She paints to the song that plays over and over again in her heart I miss her more than ever I weep to the heavens and call her name, yet she is absent from my eyes All I have is the memories, which only God can pull from me Her kisses always rose me to the highest point of my self love When she held my hand I floated carefree I love her, she is my heart and I will always remember