That She Would Never Be Mine

I struggle against a wave

Of memories cruel in kind,

Their sight filling dread;

As the devil reaps

The very soul of mine.

But before the chill would reach my spine,

It leaves me to cherish a beauty,

One of a kind.

I behold the sight of her heavenly smile,

Her dark eyes narrating a story divine.

Her arms wide spread,

As her eyes meet mine.

Her lips curling back to her breathtaking smile,

Making me wish that they were on mine.

Her embrace calms my rushing veins

As her tender arms become

The sanctuary to my spirit in pain.

Just as her soul touches mine,

My sanctum fades as our fingers entwine.

I cry out in vain as pain seeps into my spine,

I realise she was just an illusion of mine.

And again,

I try to realise another truth unkind,

The fact that she would never be mine.