Searching for, the need for them
To write once more if just again
I'd cry upon pages such tears
Adding to some, my sum of fears
Something has snatched them from my heart
A thief of sorts, role taken part
Of stealing what I held precious
Letters I used to write no less
Without the "L" that spells out Love
The "O" taken in her thought Of
The "V" that tells how Very much
Of "E" in We and Dreams life hushed
Four letters in alphabet
Meaning life, like candle lit
Of heart and soul, of all I am
Blown out this day, a lesser man
Grieving this day, keeping to things
That keep for now, meaning something
Till breath becomes mine last to draw
Of time, of her, in thoughts kept stored