as my heart once again yearns to know
you were taken away so soon.
as I grope for the words I am looking for
are my thoughts as I try and think.
Is haunting me as I remember your smile
will give me rest until I say what I’ve learned.
Love is a thing that should never be wasted
Kept to oneself it is useless and vain
It ought to be showered on all who we meet with
For we just never know when we’ll meet them again.
To have told you, sweet girl, that you’re precious
You would always be here to tell it to…
Why is it we say ‘I love you’ the most when saying
But you’re gone like the flower that blooms
And I’m too late…