• Missing the time we spent
    Of anything that I now lament
    Speaking frankly cuddled to sleep
    My memories now do weep

    When time to pass has come about
    We would spend it happily, no sadness or doubt
    Sitting on that sofa with you
    Our hearts content with what we'd do

    No pain of late has felt this great
    My heart filled with all this weight
    When again will I feel this proud
    To have known an angel from a cloud