One moment may with bliss repay Unnumbered hours of pain.
Love! the surviving gift of Heaven, The choicest sweet of Paradise, In life's else bitter cup distilled.
For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.
O leave this barren spot to me! Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree.
Although no words can really help to ease the loss you bear, Just know that you are very close in every thought and prayer. To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
Our purpose is to grow up and become love