The relentless love,
The one she gave you hope with.

The way she would pierce you,
With every heartfelt, faithful kiss.

The sparkle in her eyes,
Controlling every synonymous thought.

Don't you miss it,
The way she said she loved you?

The way she would press her lips to yours,
Allowing you to escape your darkest fears?

That's what you will miss,
Or is it more?

Is it the way she would hold you,
Or the way her hair seemed to always find its way to your hands.

It's all part of a myth,
That love returns.

You miss her,
Don't tell yourself anything different.

She was something extraordinary,
Right?