Always fun, funky, sweet, my dear angel,
entertaining friend, not quite a goddess -
i'd have no more or less. On you i'd dwell.
So compassionate, almost in excess,
to those who did not strike you the wrong way,
but i saw the venom for those who did.
i liked you, but i know not what to say;
to keep favor, my affection i hid.
i saw those you loved and those that you lost -
you ached, and that hurt to see.
They were not for you - nor was i - the cost
was a yaer lost for all that would not be.
Now, you have another and so much glee,
and i still love you in my memory.