You were like a shooting star;

there for a second and gone in a blink.

I'd only known you for one day,

but I recognised you like a long-lost friend.

Being with you felt like

coming home after being lost at sea,

or stranded in the dark,

with you as my guiding light.

Heart full of divine music unsung,

hands filled with magic long forgotten

and mind filled with thoughts so captivating;

you were a piece of art.

I looked at you

and to my alcohol-driven mind

you were the most beautiful thing

I have ever seen.

And when you talked

I saw my own dreams

reflected in your eyes

and I thought,

we could make this work.