Her, I spy,as I walk on by,

I stop and stare,

she sparks desires of which I have never known,

Of a fire, of a love that lies bare.
As I reach out, she breathes light,

a light that blinds me, it is so bright.

I grope, I fumble, I search,

again out I reach, for just one touch,

Oh, is that a void I see now!
A void that must have held her,

moments ago,

When she was so near,

That I could almost hold her,

yet, now it is just emptiness,

that greets me, and mocks me.
She must have been an angel

Who breathed light

A light so bright

that it still dazzles my heart.