No more words of prose He will no longer compose No more knocking at my door Where I lay, alone on the floor
Came to me as he thought He brought comfort, it was more Sharing a love to write Gave me a path, insight
Follow my dreams To fly high That's why I was His butterfly
I made him write again So it was not in vain He will not share, thoughts with me I will never see his poetry...
Beautiful words from the heart That captured mine from the start Gave me the love I required To share mine as I desired