It was She

The scent of flowers in her hair, the smile that dazzles my heart
The warm glow of kindness, her gentle touch.

My mind longs, hopes, for her return
a feeling so painful, a flame so bright it burns.

What can i say? She's inside me
Days, weeks, months, there is still no one other than she.

Why does this happen?

A torment i enjoy, a pain i savour.
Every passing day waiting for the moment where i can see her.

After all, it was she who gave to me
the strength, the courage to love.