Her eyes.. pure as the jade - the finest grace
A sight for a soul on its final pace
Life neared its end, two steps away
Until you were all I could see
A world.. we share in plain sight
Close enough to feel the warm
Too far to touch the flame
I count your steps, I learn your laughs
A warmth that called back to me again
To hold you once, just once enough;
To quench this burning ache
But I remain, a moth at dusk
Who loves the flame it can't escape