the price one pays in life for love
is grief, so when it grips you know
the measure and the depth of it
when passes on another soul
it took a fall of winter snow
its simple beauty pure and white
to break the numbness that I felt
to let the tears flow gently down
the flakes of crystal doomed to melt
were swirling, whirling dancing free
those quiet moments standing there
alone with all my memories
one door has closed yet clearly now
with eyes wide open I can see
without a doubt I loved her well
she was indeed a friend to me