Pedestrian's Sorrow (story of love/ not wanting to lose love)

She walked into my life as if a lion beginning to roar,

The concrete jungle that surrounds began to wither with each step taken,

Giving the clouds reason to part from their place in the sky,

Following her they chased,

Beckoning the atmosphere to hold back their tears, as her touch itself could calm the fires of the sun,

This woman,

Came as the months that swiftly follow March, passionately kissing the minutes as they passed,

Her steps themselves pristine, never knew the touch that persisted,

Zealous, as life's riddles drew us close as the hands that softly tick across the clock,

The angels in heavens peak sighed their hymns of joy,

Almost losing flight as they themselves found that without one another they'd surely fall from the peak,

Their hearts echoed the soundscape that alone I pictured in the glimpse of her eye,

An ocean of green carnations in bloom,

Flourished each word she spoke,

This woman walked into my life as if a lion beginning to roar,

And as all things,

I dread to reach the end of the path