‘Twas too soon when I was to say:
“Good-bye my friend”
I was surprised when he saw his last day
And met his end
Too many wept when he went away
And their hearts still need to mend
His heart was of gold like
His brilliant eyes that always watch
He was white like perfect snow
I knew not how he sounded
But I think ‘tis like music
One to represent those his kind
How I wish I knew him
How I wish I touched him
How I wish I embraced him
How I wish he heard me
As much as I want that
He will not return to us
One to always allow artistic captures
One to always strike a pose
Whilst he guided partners and young
He proved how si