Young siren,
with eyes as blue as the Aegean,
lips as red as ruby,
skin as soft as silk.
Our paths only crossed for a brief moment.
What remains now is only a distant memory,
memory of your beautiful face,
of a youthful and innocent time.
What is left now is only a deep longing,
for a sweet feeling,
that time could never replicate.
Time is an assassin and a thief.
It murders the beauty of youth,
erases its innocence,
and steals its laughter.
But I keep your memory deep inside of me,
under lock and key,
and beyond the reach of time.