Crisp giggles;
Eyes open upon an aura of purest blue.
Morning washes, cleanses,
Beauty clears anger.

Smiles part time,
Suspends them in memory.
Upon that canvas you remain,
Immortal beyond life's remembrance.

You are the destiny of artists,
The words of songs yet sung,
A treasured photograph,
Or a future poet's heartbreak.

Youth simply is forever.
Men are always fools.
Women cry at reflections,
Unless loved and remembered.