by Andrew C. Admire
As you walk past me,
You look into my eyes and say "hi".
At that moment I feel you looking into my torn soul.
Your tenderness heals my wounds.
And your love heals my soul, torn by Despair.
Your compassionate eyes make my legs weak,
My heart stops, and my voice vanishes, as I begin to speak.
When your voice enters my ear, I lose all thought.
My mouth can only echo your words.
And when you leave my sight,
Your image becomes an image of a saint,
That will last with me... until my last breath.