Her laugh like tiny drops of gold,
Her countenance like none I’ve seen;
A glance at me—my heart-beats hold
Inside a place I’ve never been.
I think that I should maybe die,
Her hand tracing new memory,
Nostalgia falling from the sky,
Each fading touch a remedy.
Her body, soul, and spirit, three,
From part-to-part I do adore;
Her smile of guile, my bumble bee,
One step ahead forever more.
Stand still, as I am left behind,
So out-of-step and out-of-sight;
Faint trace of honey on my mind,
And one more dream of one more night.