“What is a life if without you, The only thing that gave it meaning? How to endure another day, Without your sweet breath upon my cheek, your eyes near? And in the end, when I am laid to rest, Without your hand upon my breast, What will my last thoughts be if not of you, My darling girl of long ago?”

“What is a life if without you, The only thing that gave it meaning? How to endure another day, Without your sweet breath upon my cheek, your eyes near? And in the end, when I am laid to rest, Without your hand upon my breast, What will my last thoughts be if not of you, My darling girl of long ago?”

— Roxanne Veletzos