• That beautiful face,
    That starry smile
    It's not in the same place
    As when I was a child;
    Dreaming of bugs
    In mother's loving hugs.

    Your fruity dark hair
    And your baby soft skin
    Is no longer in my clutches.
    It's hard to go on
    When I was never able to say,
    How much I love you.

    Your pure winter eyes
    And the kisses you'd give me
    No longer in sight
    Nor my endless glee.

    Even If I never told you
    You always knew
    The secrets I held
    And How much I love you