when candles are lit

i think of her

how the illumination made her skin have a golden glow

the touch of her skin so soft i thought she would break

the taste of her lips so soft

the way she looked into my eyes as if reading my soul

i can still hear her sweet voice whispering in my ear

the way her hair matched the flames

we lay upon the bad wrapped up together

watching the flames dance

feeling as if there was no other person in the world

just me and her and how much we loved each other

oh how he memory is bittersweet

for she has gone to eternity and i am still here in his dismal world

but not a day goes by when i don't think of her,my sweet eryca.

by

LXS----gothic_kitten