Mikhail Bennett — I Still Wear Your Love

November rain against the glass
Your ring still on my hand
Years have passed since heaven cold, but love doesn't understand
I still make room beside me.
Still turn when someone laughs like you
Funny how a heart keeps holding
What the hands have had to lose
I STILL WEAR your love
Not only this old ring
I wear it in the man
I am
In every little thing
In the way
I learn forgiveness
In the prayers
I whisper above
Death may have taken you from my arms but
I still wear your love