He watches, sighing,
as his goddess rides
off on her silver stallion,
her golden curls blowing
in the evening breeze.

The ringing of bells,
and then, she is gone, fading
from his sight into the night,
becoming a distant dream
once more—

But the taste of her
skin, the strawberry scent
of her hair, the feel of her
lips and her hands, they
stay with him,
overpowering him,
long after she has
left.

And no matter where
they are – opposite
ends of the world or
laying right next to
each other in bed –
he can always feel
her in his soul.