Your name is hummed by the buzzing bees

I here your whisper through the tall oak trees,

The breeze that dances with the clouds up high

is soft and gentle as your loving sigh.

The moon projects her delicate beams

and injects your smile into my dreams,

and the stars they glitter in the darkest of skies

like the love light that burns within your eyes.

The precarious balance between happy and sad

are the only constants in my day that I have,

It all happens so often to make me feel blue

they're my only companions when I'm missing you.

~Adapted from Paula Pawson