He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, read more

He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

Grief is only the memory of widowed affections.

Grief is only the memory of widowed affections.

After all my erstwhile dear, my no longer cherished; Need we say it was not love, just because it perished?

After all my erstwhile dear, my no longer cherished; Need we say it was not love, just because it perished?

Crying is the only way your eyes speak when your mouth cant explain how things made your heart broken. It's read more

Crying is the only way your eyes speak when your mouth cant explain how things made your heart broken. It's normal!

Since grief only aggravates your loss, grieve not for what is past.

Since grief only aggravates your loss, grieve not for what is past.

When the heart grieves over what is has lost, the spirit rejoices over what it has left.

When the heart grieves over what is has lost, the spirit rejoices over what it has left.

To be no part of any body, is to be nothing.

To be no part of any body, is to be nothing.

Little drops of rain Whisper of the pain Tears of love Lost in the days gone by.

Little drops of rain Whisper of the pain Tears of love Lost in the days gone by.

If you said good-bye to me tonight, There would still be music left to write.

If you said good-bye to me tonight, There would still be music left to write.