I remember stealing a glimpse to look at you,
to see your sun-bleached brown hair,
your blue shimmering eyes that
lit up your young radiant face.
Your gentle smile portrayed
a sweet-tempered spirit
that always characterized you.
Looking at you today, you\'re as beautiful
as that indelibly edged memory,
that eternity on end I will remember
as my body withers and my mind fails,
I bear witness to your beauty.
God\'s gift to a frail man like me.
Memories are not enough to
reflect, time has no measure,
space has no limit to think of you.