The first love letter, her rosy cheek
Reminiscing of her soft touch, the lovely voice
Her red lips move; I love you
The beautiful days of the past
Oh, how her lifeless body now rests on the bed
She murmurs something inaudibly
As I silently cry by her bed
Cancer took her away from me
The rosy cheeks now dead ash
Her memory silently lives on
Oh, how she made me alive
The letters become moist under the weight of my tears
As I hold them and read again
In the digital age of the computer
I hold dearly to the words handwritten