I’ve called her name, and the birthmark bore. 
Still searching awaiting the caress of her skin. 
She wanders, believing she’s been forgotten. 
But time does not bend to wishes or mend,
The lost or yearning souls in sorrowed times. 
I have called her name. The stars personify. 
I implore, let her eyes ponder the same sky. 
Her soul tinted, the same eternal mark as mine.