A tender soul so beautiful…
So sweet that I weep
        at the thought of you leaving…
Grieving as if death took me
	as my life was filled with majesty
Tears flood my space,
        spilling over with a salty taste
        as I embrace every inch of your memory
	that rises within me….
Flowing continually

A tender so incredible…
So blessed that God must have
        held you to his chest
        and then released you to become
	such a heavenly princess
My goddess in life,
	in mood, in love
To make you my wife would
	sooth the heartache of this world

A tender soul is my Chrissandra,
        as the rest of my life lies
	with her,
It is molded in her touch,
Seen so much in her eyes,
And brushed with joy
        as the sun rises
        and she lies next to me...
Caressing me