Living and haven,
We trust your transposed abode.
Yet, in grief we mourn.
Fully persuaded,
Our faith so strong, no doubt.
You're with the father.
Streams of tears abound,
None could match your abundance.
Memories consume our pains.
The bonds we weaved, live
Eternal and crystal plain.
Each proving strands of friendship.
Many labelled us.
Your pseudo-boyfried I was.
School-father, some tagged.
While your smile aren't lost,
Your unique, yet funny voice's
Retained forever.
Like crystalic gems,
Your memories are, but
Our hands bleed grief.