When first I saw her, time began to cease,
My heart stood still, yet drowned in quiet peace.

Her eyes, a dawn where golden heavens rest,
A light that burned yet soothed my soul’s unrest.

She was the first whom fate had let me find,
A bond so deep, yet cruelly left behind.

"My Beloved," I whispered, lost in her grace,
The world seemed brighter just by her embrace.

Her touch, so soft, like whispers of the sea,
Her care, a shield that bore the worst of me.

Through reckless storms, she stayed, endured my ways,
Yet love soon bent beneath fate’s heavy gaze.

Two years we lived, yet felt eternity,
As moments wove a love’s infinity.

"My Beloved," I’d call, as she held my hand,
Through joys and sorrows, she’d still understand.

But time betrayed, the roads diverged so wide,
Now distant hearts in sorrow must abide.

No path remains where once our footsteps lay,
No whispered words to call her back my way.

Yet still, I pray that joy may paint her skies,
No tear to dim the light within her eyes.

For love is pure when selfish chains unbind,
And hope remains where fate was once unkind.