How dearly I've recalled In these few moments, to this time, The beauty I must describe, near to wine. Oh, love With your bluest of gazes, Startling me as though I've stepped Off of ground To the abyss of an ocean. Oh, love With your scarlet cheeks, Making me believe I bleed with the color of rose petals Or even the sun, when it sets for the day. Oh, love With your tresses so bleak That rain from your delicate head To ivory shoulders and neck. I wish to sift through each strand, Like soil, To find where a newest memory did land. When I find it, I will show you That it was only just a dream. A romance, A remembrance To something that lasted for a while To then fade to past miles.