Is it the color or the light?
Is it the soft or gentle?
Is it inward or outward?
All the pretty things, are unfadable, untouchable and transcendent.
You may not always see me but the truer portion of my heart will always be behind you.
The memories of you are so unique and true, I wrote them down so others can remember you too.
I am the soft flame that does not burn, but does provide light.