But that is nothing new
I thought of you yesterday--
And everyday before that, too.
I think of you in silence.
I often speak your name
But now all that's left are my memories
And that can never be the same.
Still, your memory is my keepsake
With which I will never part
For while he holds you in his arms
I'll always hold you in my heart.
And when my heart stops beating
And my life on earth is through
Maybe then you'll come to realize
All the love it held for you.