It goes on,

Then stops, and starts again,

It goes on, and then,

Until I see her again,

My sadness will bleed from my pen.

It slows, I quiver,

It stops and aches,

Wether I be with her,

Or whatever she makes,

I will halt every shiver,

And arrest each shake.

It starts, and begins to fade,

It flashes with glorious brilliance,

And I am left in the shade,

It all stops in an instant.