Tossed into the stream
Of passing glimpses
Sweet inspiration
Too pure to be real
Signals were flashing
Feathers were matching
Hearts and minds syncing
To depths few can feel
I held out my hands
But yours were taken
Tied behind your back
Fingers intertwined
Strings of commitment
Held your devotion
Pale human constructs
Making up your mind
Our unwritten tale
Too soon abandoned
Moments of laughter
And love left undone
Pictures of beauty
Colored with roses
Planted in gardens
That won’t see the sun
I’ll cherish the scene
Our first never kiss
The magical spell
I knew we would feel
Pictures not taken
Of times we will miss
Two partners in crime
With beauty to steal
A spark is but a passing show
Blink and you will never know
I’ll tuck you in my memory
Exactly as I hoped you’d be
– Rondym Kiefe