Dearly beloved where have you gone?
I miss your warm rhythms and the touch of your song.
I heard your sweet voice and I looked all around, but all I could feel was the snow on the ground.
My eyes are not sharp as the blades they once were, and the chill in the air is piercing my fur.
I remember the day that you brought me this coat. You had left me for weeks, but returned in your boat.
I called to you from the pier where I stand, with a long satin dress and my hair in a band.
I remember your face and you live in my dreams, but the life we once lived is gone it now seems.
I miss you my love as my memory fades like the color in my hair the light in the shades.
Darkness has fallen and I fear so will I, but maybe my dear we will meet when I die.