Amidst the embered sheet of glass... a bridge did find it's way... Quick to cross but leads to loss... for sorrow walks this way... Is she sparkling on the water... like your diamonds on her face... Does she walk with purpose... or with teary cheeks displayed... Sad it is and soft it goes... from black to blue to gray... sadder still her back reveal... no matter, she walks away.
I'm laying here, I have my window open and the rain is gently falling. With every rain drop is a memory of her and a smile that comes with every memory. Everything reminds me of her but the ocean and the rain more so. Missing her a lot. I could be 70 and I still think she is Beautiful....and missing her.