Just wrote this one. Kind of a work in progress.
More beuaty than the autum leaves,.
falling down off autum trees.
More beaty than the Persian sun,
Enough to make a body numb.
The angels cry for you today,
Cry for the price you had to pay,
The time around me seems to stop,
They start decsending from atop.
As all my sorrow starts to show,
I plead with them to let you go,
They lift you up to heavens gates,
Along with you, your beauty fades.