And just like

Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake

I have realized

That true beauty

Is only realized

At the point

At which it

Is gone forevermore

Is it that

Our eyes blind

Us or is

It that our

Heart sings a

Sweeter melody let

Me remember you

Like the winter

Remembers the summer

Like the drought

Remembers the rain

Let me remember

That one starlit

Night in Sardina

When your eyes

Outshone the heavens