She stands in front of me.
Beauty stings my eyes while my heart keeps the moment alive.
But her eyes fall from mine.
Covering what temple she has.
I look at her with pious eyes.
Hoping she will see my truth.
But detested by hope she covers in fear.
Until I wrap my arms around her.
She is lost in fear and anxiety.
But I hold on with hope.
She sees nothing but despair.
I hold on presuming my warmth will comfort her.
To the end I breathe upon her ear.
But nothing will satisfy her.
I hold on to a moment where her body is free.
She stops in a slight pondering.
I nestle against her, hoping she stays.
But time is my enemy.
She tears away to be mysterious.
And I lost in her world of endless time.
Holding on to the moment when she was in her true form.