Loving him was the best time of her life;
She cradled his face
In her hands that night,
The memory of his deep, earth eyes
Burned into her brain—
With a feeling of love,
And deep pain.

His eyes were a universe
Of darkness and prose,
She cradled his face
Like a vase embracing a rose;
Desiring to hold him forever,
Their souls remained
Forever tethered—

He gazed into her eyes of admiration,
Feeling her love
That could heal nations;

He felt scared and distrustful,

So he convinced himself
To feel elusive and lustful.

They hardly ever spoke again,
But over time, her heart did mend—
...