I thought I'd get on the bandwagon and post a poem here that I recently PMd someone else.
When I look at your face,
I fondly remember our last embrace.
The way you smiled and took my hand,
The way we discussed all of our plans.
I can still hear your happy laughter,
And your kiss gently after.
The way your eyes stared into mine,
The way they did, time after time.
I can recall the feel of your hair,
The way we did not have a care.
It was smooth and it was fine,
As I touched it then, it was mine.
The face I see now is only a picture,
A face on the wall, only a fixture.
The smile is there, immortalised,
Those beautiful, deep blue eyes.