P riceless your beauty
A stounding your ways
Y earning for you
A s for door in a maze
L ife without you is like a haze

T houghts of you never die
H aving you near is like a prize
A lacrity comes in whatever I do
W henever I think of you
R ife and struggle
A ll seem to go
N ever to come back
I n thy glow.

-- Sergeant


Epilogue: Written on request from my brother Sam.