Bud to rose.

I hold thee like a beautiful bird, with wings streched out, intended
to fly, I hold thee truest in my heart, in my eyes
you'll never die,

I hold Thee in the silence
And listen to the cheerful song, and pray for light to carry me, out of the darkness, long

I hold thee in my memory
With love and warmth
Therein confide

And tell it to my soul
For comfort, true, you never died

I watch the flowers blooming, each petaling bud to rose

I hold thee in my emotions, Twirling
In movement, never froze

I hold thee in my hours of sorrow, with mine eyes, I often weep

And long for all the cherished moment's
Before you came
to sleep.