Seven


Unmistakable, undeniable, the twist and turns
The light that Emits when this fire Burns.  
The flame still there.
With thoughts of your beautiful brown eyes, long lashes,and black hair.
Too aware that we are none.
Then again I am a persistent one.
From my soul I'll see this trough.
This last stand if for me not you.
Sorry But its the delusion, possibly my madness that keeps these thoughts alive.

As much as you want!  this memory can't fade, it won't die.