I gazed upon your figure beside the lake
Missing the sad-trodden look on your face

A sparkling demeanor and flickering chandeliers
Quelled the aching in my heart from sorrow-trodden years

I didn’t need blush when I was with you
Your presence granted my rosy hue
It marched unmovable in passion-filled blues

You upended my roots beneath trees of
evergreen
Not knowing the truth is, they always leave

Jaded beads of dejection and rejections of many no’s
Dozens of faces and facades with nowhere to go