Though the time was ever so brief,
I knew her magic, felt her presence
in image she strolled the avenue,
only to suggest there is a reality.
When wonder shines upon human
mortality, we often let confuse
the notion of our existence
left aside when fate quiet speak.
I did in solemn journey wish to know
her heart would still follow my dream,
to know her elegance in charm
will bless ambition, protect vanity.
In that simple grace, capture passion
to know the afterlife might its fruition