She

Terra Ventura.
The first glimpse of her hit me in a way I can't describe.
Her eyes were the fairest I had ever looked upon.
All which is beautiful in the world could not describe how she looked at me, for an insult to her it would be.

Lyrics passed unceasingly through my head these past days, yet the next sight of her confirmed they were not worthy.
Being in her presence was awkward yet utmost soothing at the same time.
The distance between us I should have crossed, yet I did not dare it.
Lack of self-confidence shattered it all for me.
Together we should have been, yet we were not.
It was my fault, my flaw, my failure.

Too early did she leave, unannounced, unexpected.
If I had known those moments in which we looked in each other's eyes were our last together, I would have made them last longer, made it more obvious that I longed for her with every fibre of my being.
Suddenly she was there no more.
Only a memory in this fool's mind it would seem, but to me she was so much more.
Alas that we were parted too soon, never to meet again.

If you (that would be the girl with black hair, beatiful eyes, shirt with green and white stripes and a lot of brothers and sisters) read this, please reply.
Thank you.