How can you touch her
How can you behold a soul so perfect
That you wonder if the stars are imposters
And still turn your back to the brilliance

You wonder if even death would make you forget
And then realize that of course it never could

Because trees bow as she walks by
As if aware they are watching the performance of a lifetime
And flowers bloom in her presence
Just to catch a glimpse of a true deity

But a coward walks away
A coward tries to dispose of a being
That no reaper ever could
Because death is powerless when it comes to a galaxy

She carries the world in her eyes
But you hold her heart in your hand
And exhale your cold stale words into a fist
With no regards to the only heaven you'll ever know

And even though your yellow residue
Could never tarnish a jewel more precious than any diamond
To hurt something so pure
So many times
Could only be described as blasphemy

You could be the sun in a milky way so bright
That no human should be allowed in its presence
You could awake to a chorus of angels
For the rest of your life
You could feel the wind in a way no one ever has

But now a coward wonders if death would make him forget
Just remember that of course it never could