He'd never loved her.
The stars she saw in his eyes,
Diamonds,
Gold,
Shimmering through the night.
The ecstasy she felt through his laugh,
Rich,
Like sweet hot chocolate,
On a cold winters day.
The sparks she felt through his skin,
Causing every color of the universe,
To merge,
Creating rainbows under hers.
He was a piece of the universe,
That reflected itself.
Beauty,
He was beauty itself.
Gone,
He was gone.
Alas,
For he never could find such charm,
Such joy,
Such beauty,
In a promise.
He never could find such beauty,
In truth,
He never could find such beauty,
In words,
He never could find such beauty,
In her.
Then why did he ever,
Say that he did?
Why?
For,
Foolish was youth,
Whispering in his ears,
That love,
Was something,
Other than him.
And,
Foolish was he,
Failing to see beauty,
Within her.
