I hear your voice in the soft, gentle breeze,

I close my eyes and I hear you.

In the rustling sway of the cypress trees,

Your precious voice transcends anew.

I hear your laugh from the bubbling brook

As I approach with halting steps.

My heart in my mouth, one wondering look,

I see your face within the depths.

I feel your touch as a maiden fly lands,

Graceful, bright gossamer wings.

I imagine instead the touch of your hands,

The bittersweet comfort that brings.

I see your silhouette at my window pane

As I return home forlorn.

I long for you even though it’s in vain,

Am I for ever to mourn?

In my fantasy world I smell your scent

I taste your cinnamon kisses.

Though you are no more, my heart’s not for rent,

I shall always be your missus.

 

Fortunately, this is just made up, so not about me.... think it's got my other half worried though!!!