She had eyes like coals
dark and hard
large but charred

She had a smile like pearls
nice and white
small but bright

She had a heart of gold
strong like oak
huge but broke

I don't believe what they say
about touching stars.
Someone could touch one,
if they really wanted to.
It would just take a certain
type of person.
One that shines just as bright
as they do.

They say I'm crazy
and I know it's true.
But I know by waiting
I'm saving myself for you.