It is strange to think
I haven’t seen you since a month
I have seen the new moon. But not you
I have seen sunsets and sunrises
But nothing of your beautiful face
The piece of my broken heart are so small
That they could be passed through
The eye of needle
I miss you like the sun misses the flower
Like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter
Instead of beauty to direct its light to
The heart harden like the frozen world
Where your absence has banished me to
with hope
Love to the end with hope
My husband… god rest him
Told me something I will never forget
Hope guides me
It is what guides me through the day
And especially the night
The hope that after you gone from my sight
It will not be the last time I look upon you
With all the love that I posses
I remain yours
The night of your heart