All I need is Her

She looked at me with eyes I had never ever seen anywhere else.

With eyes I will never see again. And slowly, but surely, it began to rain.

Rain belted against the roof, the thunder stomped, and her heart thumped.

Her style was unique and her long hair burned the air.

She looked enthused and she looked beautiful, glowing all over.

The way her lips were held as if they were about to burst into laughter.

And when she did laugh, I felt my blood rush at the speed of gravity.

She turned away from my eyes and headed towards the door.

Her gracefulness was foreboding, almost taunting. I would never hold her again.

Then the rain refrained, but the pain was still there.