Her

What an afternoon of extravagant delight
An evening of dismay and destruction 
The golden age with a girl made of starlight,
Tainted youth and sweet corruption

Thunder, lightning, rainy days
Springs winds and Autumn evenings
Captivated with her touch,
Her lips,  her heart that's beating 

I know that I'm too conplicated
To run with her, watch her fly
So she starts to walk and I'm deflated
But her soul's still matching mine

The joy in her smile will be fading soon
And the look in her eyes in insane
Somewhere between immortality and impending doom
And everything else of her is the same