God saw you getting tired a cure was not to be, so he put his arms around you and whispred "come to me", with tearfull eyes we watched you, and saw you fade away. Althugh we loved you dearly, we could not make you stay. many times we thought of you, many times we cried, if love alone could of saved you, you never would of died. A golden heart stopped beating, your tender hands at rest, god took you home to prove to us He only takes the best.