I saw a girl who's winsome face was bright,
Next to me a fleeting presence like smoke,
Her eyes were dreamy like a balmy night,
She smiled and laughed, although there was no joke.
She was so beautiful, but did not know;
I saw the empty sadness in her eyes,
Like a wind towards the stars she did blow,
Forever high, like missing butterflies.
So sad, but still nothing could beat her charms,
A silliness – from fear she was not fleeing –
She looked me in the eyes, opened her arms,
And suddenly embraced my broken being.
Three seconds warm, and she let go – apart –
Yet it lasted much longer in my heart.
