Never
will I
forget
her.

Eyes,
God her
eyes.
Just as mine,
hazel.

Lips,
red as
wine.
How I
longed
for her
lips
upon
mine.

Hair,
flown down
from her
head,
shined  
so heavenly
in the
sunlight.

Before
I fade
away,
I wish
to cut
into
my soul
and divide
it
away.

Someday,
one day,
she will find
me.
Deep in her
mind.

This day
I will know
that these
words
from my innermost
soul,
were not penned
in vain,
never.