He wakes in the morning, And his first thought is her, As he reaches and grabs that pillow, Where she used to lay her head. He can still smell the sweet perfume Of the one he love without question. He used to lay and see her sleeping face, And know that he was in her dreams. As the days came and went, He watched as her dreams changed. He'd roll to see her face in the night, And she would be gone. He couldn't believe that the love that he once gave, Would be left behind. How could a woman do that to a man who gave all he had to give, But it wasn't good enough for her to stay. His sleepless eyes shed tears for her, And his arms, they ache to hold her again. Alas, he know that will never happen, And he hears his son stirring in the next room, As he passes pictures of her in the hall, He wonders how could she just up and leave This precious child behind. He sits on the floor in the darkness And wipes away his tears-- He puts a gentle loving hand on the back of his child. "I miss mommy," is whispered. He knows this feeling all too well. "Today, we'll go visit and take some flowers." That's how some nights go, When you are left behind. Robert J Nye (2007)

Staring at a photograph, His heart beats wildly, Wanting to hold her and know That the love he feels is real. Her eyes, they say more than He can describe with mere words, And he simply can tell you That he is in love with her-- A love that spans all time And bridges all distance, Not even would he look for anything more. He doesn't know her voice, And he doesn't know her touch, But in his heart, She more to him than anything that's near. This love that he feels, She did nothing to ask for it, And he asks nothing in return. It's the love of time ago, Before they both were born. She came from Heaven, he sees an angel In each photograph, And he has lived in hell, And that's just where he's at. In a place where darkness reins, And in a place where her smile is the light That guides him every day. She takes him to new places And doesn't even know That when it comes to loving her, He does so without wanting, demanding Or even asking for more. His heart was on his sleeve, But she lit a flame down in his soul, And the heart that once was broken, Belongs to her and it's whole. She knows not that she has captured his thoughts, During the days and nights and forever, And his words can only express slightly What has been turned on in his heart and soul. Robert J Nye (2007)

I see the brightness of your soul, As you descend from up above. Your face blessing the world With a beauty unknown by men. I wonder how it was that you entered my heart, And I can tell you I don't want you to leave. Heaven is a place in your arms, And not just a place that you lived. Why did God let you come and see the despair, And how is it that I was blessed with knowing? My heart on my sleeve, And my words, do they touch you? When I am talking to you, And when I am seeing you, Do you know I am in Heaven? Why was I allowed to see such beauty, When he knew I felt so lost? Why was I allowed to gaze into Heaven, When I looked into your eyes? I may never have the answers, But my heart is yours, And I know that with an angel Such as you, My heart will remain in Heaven. Robert J Nye (2007)

Twinkling in the black velvet night, A star catches his eye, And he makes a wish- The same wish he has made since he met her. The moon clears the bare treetops As he walks through the cold thickness His visible breath hanging around his head, And disappears in the night. His heart calls out to her, And he leans against a tree And mouths the words to his new song, The song written by his heart. The words that fill his mind, And escape his lips Were written on his soul As he slept- He didn't know it, and he didn't expect His heart to be singing in the night. Robert J Nye (2007)

His words escaped before he could stop them, And the flooded the pages with feelings so true, But does she know that they are because of her? His words were supposed to take time to come forth, And he cannot stop what has been done, But does she know that his heart is hers? He stands in the darkness that they call the world, The intrepidness suffocating his every thought, And does she know that he is found again because of her? In a moment, he found what he had always been looking for, And it was in the form of an angel, Released from Heaven to bless this earth. Does she know that it is her? His heart is beating stronger now, And his hands, they shake slightly. His knees are weakened and unstable, But it is all nervousness, And it's all because of her, But does she know? Robert J Nye (2007)