She sways in the wind like blooming trees
with flowers of white and leaves of green.
Her hair is more golden than the yellowest bees
the most beautiful thing to have ever been seen.

We held hands in the dark of the night
And bodies when the day turned light
my mind and soul wander without her.

With lips softer than babies skin
and eyes bluer than the oceans waves.
Her shoulder was colder than frozen tin
we searched ourselves deeper than caves.

I lost her in the springtime air
one more brush with her skin so fair
my mind and soul wander without her.

She turned her back on what we knew
and turned her face a whole new way.
She twisted her mind, threw herself askew
leaving without words to say.

She tossed love on the curb to wilt
grinding what was left to silt
my mind and soul wander without her.