Ghost

Back when we were just two small-minded teens

I watched that young girl I used to know die.

Giving no thought to what your eyes light means

I never considered questioning why.

For the next few years you were just a ghost,

present but unnoticed in another world

and in my own place I was too engrossed

to notice you weren't the same wide-eyed girl.

Two years ago I was sure that I saw you

but I didn't believe that you were real

and so I looked at your face and stared right through

unaware of what you'd later make me feel.

Lately I have been haunted by your eyes

and I was reminded of that girl I knew

but as I looked closer I realised

that the person you are is completely new.

You have been brought back to Earth as a saint

and I've never before seen such beauty

as that which both your body and soul paints

as though dispersing joy is your duty.

Your eyes radiate a brilliant blue

and the smile that goes with them just as fair,

the light emitted shows that you are true

and I can feel the warmth that shows you care.

Your figure must be sculpted by the divine

for I have never seen one quite so unflawed

and to think that you'd ever be mine

leaves me feeling both humbled and awed.

Your skin feels so silky soft to touch

but softest of all is your kind heart

and I feel so dizzy when within your clutch;

yours is a hold I never want to depart.

It feels like our souls are intertwined,

like we are bound by some blissful fate.

We share many traits and are of the same mind

and I'm astonished with how well we relate.

                                                                                                                        

Now, you are neither that girl nor that ghost

but an angel who has taken my heart

for you are what I want and need the most

and I hope that this bond should not fall apart.