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Vanity

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It was an unexpected occurrence, a beautiful accident, and yet I nurtured its potential, knowing that it would eventually come to an end in the autumn of our time together.  Her ravishing eyes and captivating presence have left an indelible mark on me, one that cannot be erased. 
Oh, the vanity of it all, the fleeting nature of our existence, and yet I cling to the hope of another chance encounter. It is all vanity, all is vanity, and like a dewdrop vanishing into the thick air, so too may our time together be gone forever.

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