Years ago was when your eyes touched mine,

Your pupils large round spheres of chocolate.

Sweet was your love like honey,

Your loyalty resilient.

So many Christmas trees you sat by,

So many birthdays you were at.

You grew old,

And then grew blind.

My voice no longer reached your ears,

And your steps gradually grew slower.

The days soon blew away like sand,

But I still held your withered hand,

Until your soul was free.

The skies were grey and bleak,

 And smiles were strained and weak.

Sorrow fell like snow,

Becoming crystal tears on our cheeks.

Though your footsteps are no longer heard

In our house,

Though we cannot touch you,

Your soul is the air that tastes sweet.

Your love is the rain gracing over our skin.

And your happiness is the sun in our eyes,

Warming our hearts every day.