salvaging beauty

what would it take to find her yet again
if i would try, if she would reappear
i wonder if she writes of love and pain
as though her soul is pouring from her fear
just as it was when she would yearn for me
and linger in a place of solitude
what would it take to have her draw debris
and shed the light of her dreams interlude
to have me mesmerized over her life
and wonder of the way she felt for him
if i could have her as my love, my wife
and fill her with such passion to the brim
i swear i'd love her 'til the day i die
this gentle creature for whom i still cry