"Gentle"

He is like a gentle flower

Ever swaying in the wind

The slightest breeze, a drop of rain

Would make him wither down in pain

He came one day, in his silent way

Eyes often sad and blue

So taking his hands in mine, I say,

"There is beauty inside of you...

Soon, time will pass, the page will turn

And we will be apart.

But remember this, my gentle flower

...You'll always be in my heart."