"Porcelain Memory"

"Passion unbridled,
I speak of flames.

As we first kissed,
we were never the same.

Moving through,
all these moments,
only seeking out your eyes,
and to my surprise,
you saw the real me,
and that of all moments,
is such a porcelain memory,
set on a pedastal,
in a little room in my mind,
where everything is beautiful,
and oh so kind,
marked, 'Miracles.'"