She appeared resplendent in a colourful garb,
So lovely that I had to remember to breathe.
Her eyes shone as I watched them tear up,
And I wondered if she could look any more winsome.
She sat there looking into the void, in choked desolation,
Her face expressing melancholy and despair.
As I gazed at her with uttermost love and concern,
A solitary tear trickled down her cheek.
I said ‘don’t’ while subduing the inordinate urge
To take her in my embrace and rid her of the pain.
As I looked at her, helpless and stock-still,
I felt a stir of emotions within me.
Along with that, however, came the realization
That the sight I had just witnessed
Was the most beautiful thing I had seen in aeons,
A sight to remember, a sight to cosset.