good morning emerald eyes
I know it's been a while
since I've been undone by your soft smile and bewitching ways
all those things I thought I loved
but love is a word I've only just begun to know the meaning of
so what was it then that I felt in the meadows
what is it now that I must reckon that your smile and your form produced in me
maybe only flesh fueled high
a veil I took for love to cover my deception
reflection of own desire
or the burn of blue green lustful fire
  in that dream I sipped some medicine
but I was no more entranced
only sad and somewhat touched at the sight of outstretched hand
yet ached to make you understand
I woke up and repented
ruing ruined purity and wept
for wasted days and silly games
and the piece of me you've kept