Of lovely daisies in the morning

Or cherry blossoms of the early spring

I see the sparkle right infront of him

Those eyes which sees light in dim

His humming was a tune I could never hear

From famous singers or balladeers

He's such a lovely lilac I wanted to keep

From a world of sadness and nothing to seek

His mellow stare and gaze upon the sky

Could light up something from words that lie

Like a soft delicate touch of a feather

Wonder if those ears could ever hear her

His touch a pinch of careful worrying

His voice a tune of wise messages of speaking

The spark of his dear orbs are quite lovely

Staring to it, oh how it can make me less lonely