Death comes quickly, and so unexpected.
We still need your laughter, for life, indeed, is rough.
© Copyright, K.T.L./Whimsical1
(ODE)
a child-man.
a sweet soul,
with a heart of gold.
Gone, but still within our hearts
Your memory lives there, in the deepest parts.
Joy and laughter, stilled by mourning's touch
Did you know you were loved so much?
Run to the safety of our Lord.
So young, too young, no time for goodbye,
Its cut is swift and deep, this sword.
Death comes quickly, oh such horror!
In my mind again that phone rings
One moment passed, and in its wake came
Sadness. Silence. Devastation.
Ross Intoci, we will not forget your love. 
