My heart will no longer beats
Since it may not beat for her
She is my last hope for happiness
So it will be silent forever

She is the very air I breathed
So my lungs will soon decay
I only want to be with her
Somehow, someway

Her laughter is the most angelic sound
Any man dared to hear
But until I hear her voice again
I will be deaf each day of the year

Her beauty is, by far, unparalleled
More Amazing than anything I have seen before
But since I may not gaze upon it
I will be blind, for now and forevermore

I will become less than an empty shell
Compleatly void of any trace of life
All because the took from me
My love, My world, My future wife

Tyrone Wingfield

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-empty-shell/