I see her face everywhere.
Her smile lights up the night sky,
like the full moon, at its brightest time.
I look into her eyes, the windows of herself,
unveil a passion burning inside
a passion I could once call, for myself.
I once held her in my arms, together, happy.
A perfect moment, and as she looks up at me,
only one image flashes through my mind,
the only thing close enough to describe her beauty.
A perfect sunset, on an ocean of fire.
I sit here now, thinking back to those days,
wishing to hold her in my arms again.
I toss in my sleep, as she invades me dreams
And yet I'm happy, even though I miss her.
When love ends, everything else seems,
to work out perfectly, everything but love
But that doesn't matter, because, for now
I can smile and laugh