A lovely friend she was,
no, she did not past away.
Somehow I wore out her strength,
and I am so shameful for this day.
A beautiful person was she,
but my sinful grieve eroded her heart.
My own pitiful face of a man,
drove her unselfish ways to part.
A friend that held my hand,
and walked the endless miles.
Always had a kind word to say,
with a loving breath of smiles.
A person of great miracles is she,
one I call a guardian angel of love.
Cannot blame her for flying away,
with her wings of a white winged dove.
A wonderful memory I have of her,
talented with things that matter most.
Somehow I will always remember,
even though for now she remains a ghost.
A great human being she will remain,
wondering out somewhere on this earth.
Sure wish I would have told her how I feel,
because her heart of gold is pure of her worth.