It is beautiful… and nothing more needs to be said. She would be proud of you sir.
I was never a poet. But you once said that you can’t describe how you feel unless I write about you. This one’s dedicated to you darling, my light of inspiration. Poetry doesn’t always have to rhyme, it just has to touch someone where your hands could never fill the void, so I let the words roll off my tongue instead. You’ll be dearly missed, always..