Sweet are the thoughts
that last in memories,
waves of pastel blue
near the sea shore
my remembrance,

the curtains drawn
raindrops on a pane
reflecting your beauty,
my face so red to stare
your golden gown untied.

Slipping falling so slowly
your amazing slim legs
in the warm night air,
hidden in my view
confusing me,

with this dream
alone in my mind,
proposing marriage
my ring on your finger
walking down the aisle.

Black roses in my hand
the bridesmaid crying
for the dark shadow,
who will carry me
in this casket,

covered in lace
a tissue on a face
with loving thoughts,
will you marry me now
desperate a spirit in fear.

Waving my final goodbye
for the remembrance
with this lonely cry!
Why must I die
with my lies,

the vision
from heaven
being the Savior,
dying for these sins
my willing spirit set free.