I wish you love the way I say a prayer,
with hopeful words to wistful God above.
I loose my grief unto the higher air,
and hope the words are fitting, as the gloves
you used to wear. Yes, I recall those days
and perfectly. You channeled Hollywood
in years gone by. You and your classy ways,
I wonder if I ever understood
that you were hurting so. I loved your eyes,
they echo with the music on your lips.