C: I Don't Know

I don't know what it was about her eyes,
but they used to hypnotise me, used to glow with a spirited
light,
two opal jewels polished with love.
I would have done anything for those eyes.

I don't know what it was about her voice, but it used to soothe
me;
Calm my insecurities and my fears;
always knew the right words to say,
Hit the place I call 'home' in my soul.

I don't know what it was about her hair;
The way it fell passed her shoulders,
The way it shone in the light-
The soft silky feel of it in my fingers.

I don't know what it was about her smell,
the fragrance of autumn tinted with the freshness of spring.
A smell that was pleasant and sweet, that drove me wild;
made me glow with warmth and security inside.

I don't know what it was about her lips,
but whenever we kissed; time stood still and nothing mattered,
the whole world dissolving into bliss around us.
Like there was some angelic glow shielding us from harm.

I don't know what it was about her touch,
but it was precise and felt like my own touch.
It knew the right places to go;
made me tingle with warm euphoria.

I don't know what it was about her face,
but it was lovely to behold, animated and kind.
Delicately sculptured with enchanting mystique.
I always felt dead chuffed that she was with me.

I don't know if we will meet again, but I like to think we will.
Oneday when God rolls up times scroll,
I like to think we will dance again
and the wind will blow between us. The stars crown us.

I don't know what to think as I kneel at her gravestone.
As I place the rhodedendrons there that she used to love so.

All I have is my memories of these things-
As I walk back alone down the silent tree-lined streets.
The ones we used to walk down together hand in hand -
wounds now healed by the long years.

I don't know if we will meet again,
I hope we will.