She had eyes like the morning sky,
Now they're staring back at me, asking why,
Every smile she shows, every laugh she makes,
I see your face in those sweet mistakes.

I can still hear your voice in the breeze,
Whispering secrets through the trees,
And though you're gone, you're never far,
I see your reflection in our little star.

Oh, I miss you, love, with every beat,
But in our girl, your heart's still sweet,
In her eyes, I see your light,
Guiding me through the darkest night.

She asks about you when the stars are bright,
With her tiny hands in the soft moonlight,
I tell her tales of your gentle grace,
And see your ghost in her tender face.

Memories haunt me in the dead of night,
But her laughter brings a ray of light,
She's my anchor, she's my guide,
A piece of you that never died.

Sometimes the pain's too much to bear,
But her smile cuts through the despair,
She’s a beacon, she’s my guide,
A living proof that you survived.

She draws your picture with colours bright,
Says you're the angel in the night,
And when I hold her close, I hold you too,
Through her laughter, I find you.

So, we carry on, in this endless fight,
With a love that holds us tight,
Through her, you live, through her, you stay,
In our hearts, come what may.

If one should give me a heart to keep, 
With love for the golden key,
The giver might live at ease or sleep;
It should ne’er know pain, be weary, or weep, 
The heart watched over by me.

I would keep that heart as a temple fair,
No heathen should look therein;
Its chaste marmoreal beauty rare
I only should know, and to enter there 
I must hold myself from sin.

I would keep that heart as a casket hid 
Where precious jewels are ranged,
A memory each; as you raise the lid,
You think you love again as you did 
Of old, and nothing seems changed.

How I should tremble day after day, 
As I touched with the golden key, 
Lest aught in the heart were changed, or say 
That another had stolen one thought away 
And it did not open to me.

But ah, I should know that heart so well, 
As a heart so loving and true, 
As a heart that I held with a golden spell, 
That so long as I changed not I could foretell 
That heart would be changeless too.

I would keep that heart as the thought of heaven, 
To dwell in a life apart,
My good should be done, my gift be given,
In hope of the recompense there; yea, even
My life should be led in that heart.

And so on the eve of some blissful day, 
From within we should close the door 
On glimmering splendours of love, and stay 
In that heart shut up from the world away,
Never to open it more.