Ephemeral, perfect.

I remember his face so perfectly 

Every detail I touched 

With my hands, lips and memory

I remember looking at him

With those bright eyes

That I knew I had 

Clock was ticking fast 

But time was passing slowly 

Night was cold 

But I didn't feel it

All I could feel was warmness, 

In his touch and in my heart. 

I saw everything lighted up

The moment I had waited for so long

He lit it 

Wasted try to hide my emotions 

But he -as always- so sharp-sighted

Noticed them

My delator face and eyes 

The skip of my heart 

The speeded-up breath 

Difficult to say,

Not difficult to express,

Ephemeral and perfect feeling 

I told myself I was protecting my heart from a burn

The truth is

I was scared of the flame.