the rekindled flame,
a light i yearn.
but it is not the same,
as the new burn.

the touch, the feel, the smile,
they just never die.
her touch, her feel, her smile.
within me, it'll never die.

seen an angel soar?
as it spreads its wings, ever so majestically?~
she's better, leaving me in awe.
she's she, splendidly spectacularly.