Beauty will drift in and out of your world, the residue of which will remain laced within your heart long after its departure. This is nothing to fear, for you too will stir the hearts of others, though onto your own horizon you will continue.
Do not cling to me, for I will drown - and I gladly avow the same for you. And though closer my horizon with the passing of each day, the colours of those adrift will blend, and deep within my forever, will remain...