Sunset sorrows
And a lonely parade,
The days that slip away,
The kisses not given,
This heartache never leaves.

The old songs
And familiar voices,
The tenderness in affectionate eyes,
The dreams shared that disappear
In the onward march of time,
I still love who you are.

Glasses of wine
And a Christmas toast,
The midnight laughter
When we were young
And death and sadness
Had no place,
How will I live
Without seeing your face?

Uriah Hamilton

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/without-seeing-your-face/