All at Once.

To find a person so equally true

So pure in all they are

Is a feat not many can hope.

I'll search this world, each blade of grass, each perfect flower.

Cross a seas of storms and the deserts of waste.

Walk over miles of salt and climb mountains of the gods.

To see but a spirit.

A token of such love.

Would be a gift from heaven.

And a treasure so deep.

That I would never wish it on anyone.

For something so precious could never last.

It's day would come, as every petal falls.

Every river runs dry, every headland falls away.

This prize so true, so fair in all its grace.

Will always meet its match.

Time, looking straight in its face.

But perhaps, to have but an hour with the one.

May in itself, be worth the ever looming sense of the end.

It's beautiful because it's fleeting.

It's slow and sudden, all at once.