Softly.........  .  .  .   On a summer's day

A s-t-e-a-m-y   br-e-e-ze..... . .  Blows away........... .  .  .    .  .

The scent of her so close to me

will never go away..

      You'll see.

A drop so red forms on her lip,    roles round her chin,  and starts to drip
and from those lips she starts to say........
                                                                           i
love you

but she passed away.


Ross Coppage:   rockyv@prodigy.net