Engrossed with her beauty,
And depth of her eyes,
The warmth of her kisses,
Her moans and her sighs.

The I love yous she gave me.
How she felt in my arms.
Her feminine voice,
And how she flaunted her charms.

The touch of her hands,
And the frost in her hair.
The most beautiful creation,
With clothes on or bare.

All this was mine,
But she stole it away.
There is no more us.
'Twas our funeral today!