an atmosphere of sorrow
surrounded by the shadow
for ever more, your face
decorated with lace
a pale smile slightly crooked
a sight that left me blinded
with tears in my eyes
and a silent sad sigh
'twas I who mourn 
'twas I who scorn
for the loss of your breath
for the night of your death
my soul was burned
and pain is now discerned
the days I spent mourning
for your face I am aching
to see and feel
to touch and heal
the darkest part of my heart