Eye full of passion,
One cannot find, but in dreams,
Once sparkled, so brightly,
Within.

Emitting energetically,
Twisted with the bitterness,
Of wormwood,
Along the way.

Insecured looks,
Of pain held within,
Her eyes of sadness,
Gaze in my direction.

Shielding those pains,
Her powerfulness,
Trickled to humbleness,
Of the weak,
And life's fatique.

Life's engine,
Ceasing,
Slowly at times,
Running out of passion,
And fuel of life.

Like miraculous wonders,
You can leave,
A life,
To be mended.

Angels dressed in gowns,
Of purity,
Will perform wonders,
To be ponder upon.

A soft kiss,
Of encouragement,
Departing temporarily,
She leaves a smile behind.

A slight gleam of hope,
With her sad,
But happy, I am there,
Eyes.

To all, who at times must be parted temporarily, from their love ones.