How shall I attempt to remember her?
Perhaps the beauty of her gorgeous eyes,
Or her strong passion for Lipton sweet tea,
And her voice more radiant than the skies,
Could it be her keen personality,
Possibly her charm seen from a full mile,
Or perhaps her graceful reality,
Maybe the comfort of her perfect smile,
But everything good must come to an end,
There is no one that can contend to her,
Now I am not even left with a friend,
My thoughts are jumbled and my feelings stir,
There is no one out there for me to love,
My aching heart sings like a morning dove.