I think that I'll go
And look for some pretty new things
To fill the void of beauty you left
Perhaps a newly bloomed rose
The color of your pink lips
Or bluebells to match your eyes
Lillies that rival your blue-white teeth
Or a breeze like your breath in my ear
But everything is a shadow
For all looks like a faded photograph
Sounds like a scratchy record
Feels like a numb limb
When compared to you