Pure

what they had was untainted by lies
a passion so rare in life, almost extinct
love burnt ablaze in their souls
touched by unseen purity and light
nothing compares; they keep looking back
he was her beginning. her end, her middle
the world stoped with their goodbyes
and skies cried heavy sour tears
two lovers who shall never love more;
parted ways, removed all colour
everything ended with them
nothing but a couple of kids
like a symphony they rose high and fast
flying in love and lust and dreams
burnt so bright she could not sleep
breathless by looking into his eyes
in love with the melody of his voice
he loved her free spirit and madness within
the rush of love making; the power of her kiss
she was fierce and cold but loving and kind
they filled each other by day and night
two sides of a coin, spinning endlessly
falling like leaves from an autumn tree
carried gently by the wind of love
each kiss a blessing, each touch euphoria
their love is what movies are made of
the beauty, the drama, the love, the pain
a dream, a very beautiful dream;
she could never wake up