Love's a fire that needs renewal Of fresh beauty for its fuel.

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.

Beauty's witching sway is now to me a star that's fallen-a dream that's passed away.

Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a name.

Coming events cast their shadows before.

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.