Michael darling, whether I sent you 1 rose or 103,
It’s to tell you that I love you and that you’re still a part of me.
I think of you from early morn, till the rising of the moon,
And I wanted you to know I’ll be back to Forest Lawn soon.
I still cry in disbelief, when I think of you lying there,
And that your sparkling eyes I cannot see, and your voice I cannot hear.
I can only pray that you are now finally in resting in peace,
And from the torment in your life, that you finally have release.