I can see the sunset in her eyes. The beautiful fading colors, mixing with her own beauty. The sun gleaming off her hair, as if it wanted to reach out and touch it, maybe even with as much passion, as I do. The sparkling shine in the sky, reflecting off her already radiant lips. It caresses her face with the passion, that only I could wish to shed. The sunset has faded now, as does the dream. Maybe tomorrow I will be able to start again, and once again see the beauty that only she can spread.