To you my thoughts still often turn

To you my thoughts still often turn in waves of love and pain

How often still I see your face and hear your whispered name

My dreams have often felt your arms draw me close

And feel the blueness of your eyes

And your is remember most

Your hair which shimmered like fields of wheat

Your skin so soft and smooth

These things they are no longer mine yet still my heart is moved

And when I sit with thoughts alone at times my mind does trace

With golden sight of tender love the beauty of your face.