You came to me that very first time
truly like everything that's called divine
springing to life from your rosy realm
rhapsodically singing, "Forever you'll be mine."
In my delight tampered with confusion
I thought I'd found so called true love at last
all those dreams, hopes and concealed emotion
I can now paint on you, my fresh, new canvas.
But alas, your real face
that you showed momentarily, vanished without trace
the once rosy realms suddenly became
sooty with collected grievances and implied blame
what happened to and where's the tenderness, the pa**ion
ban*l and ugly scenes now replaced affection.
No sustained eye-contact, no involuntary communications
everything's perfunctorily done going through the motions
this union along the way lost its suppleness and elasticity
grew too dry and brittle and has snapped irreparably.
Only in my dreams and self-delusion
like that first time, you still come to me so divine
springing full of life, spontaneity and pa**ion
chaining me, saying, "Forever you'll remain mine."