Flames

If you could see the way I do,

your eyes shine darker than midnight's sky,

you wouldn’t be so prone to turn your head and cry.


The silky touch of your hair,

a perfect mix of chestnut and coco.

I look at you and see the world

in the freckle on your cheek.


How you laugh and how you smile,

with perfect white teeth.

Although it’s not the outside that I love,

even if that is nice and sweet,

it’s the person that comes out

that makes me stay.


Intelligence and humor,

love and light and soul

you, my dear friend, are the one that makes me whole.


And even if you can’t see me,

even if I am gone,

my flame will burn brighter for you until dawn.