He was the wind that blew through my hair
He was the whispers in the air
He was the fallen petals of spring
He was the voice that could sing
He was the laughter after the tears
He was the reason I had no fears
He had the words that brushed my heart
He was my living piece of art
He was my only thought at night
He was the hand I held so tight
He was my love, and I was his
He was my one last lonely kiss.
