You were my hands, your good heart was my motivation,
your soul was my pen, it digs out long-buried emotions.
Whatever the weather, I never run out of words to write,
thoughts are flowing out in a quick glance at your smile.
As this fiery love inside of you reaches deep into my core,
I can touch the moon and stars, my heart will start to roar.
Not until the Heaven’s light came down, you needed to go,
no more phrases to rhyme, even a single picture to show.
Time passes, as the sun rises after sunset, night into day,
The mind starts speaking again, my imagination to play.
Finding my way back to try again, to rekindle the passion,
I will just gaze above and think of you….my inspiration.