If your smile hadn't been brighter than a thousand suns;
If your eyes hadn't outshone the stars in the night sky;
If your skin hadn't smelled like the most precious flower;
And if your lips hadn't tasted like my favorite wine, Then maybe, just maybe,
Today I wouldn't stand As the shadow of a man
Who once had you, and thought he had nothing, Who then lost you, and realised you were everything.