How can I have hope when sorrow fill my soul?
What love song can there be when the bliss of you has vanished
What stars to gaze upon, when love is in the grave?
What memory of love can I cherish, when you were slit out of my soul?
What hope can I have, when the light of you is no more?
Why should I wake up in the morning, knowing you will not be there to hold me?
Poem By Micheline Jean Louis
Painting by Birgit Wudenka McMullen