I find his love at its peak Through pages written long ago I find his love deep inside Laying close in comfort folds Written by his skillful hand Are precious words that pale, not So often tears drip quietly In want of time that now is lost He is my smile in the rain Yen on which I overdose Through winters bitter frost And scent of aromatic rose I read the pages of his love A taste of heaven just for me I’m lost at sea with sudden wish But for another chance with thee I feel him close, although he's not His memory still keeps me I stand the pain, I stand the rain
I wish for him so deeply! It is in his heart I feel The sad of losses come to call And it is in his lips that speak That I’m reminded of it all The love that seeps so quietly Growing day by day The love that withers not with time Enhanced by chance of gray
