Oh, my sweet angel, looking into your eyes wasn’t easy as you always had them closed,
I could never tell if the sweet words you were uttering were some memorised prose.

As I Wander through this busy world,
Why do my arms yearn to spin you around in a dancing twirl?
Listening to the voices from the crowd,
All I remember is yours, shouting joyfully, making me proud.

It was on a beautifully sunny day. The...