When my young eyes gazed,
The mind was
Amazed,
For this beholder,
Beauty couldn't be bolder.
But a game was at play,
Which took a while,
For the penny to drop,
Spotting her
Achilles' heel,
Not knowing what to feel,
The pain was so real.
But when love turns sour,
I was no wilting flower.
Getting on with life,
Lessoned the Strife.
Then a peculiar situation did occur,
Brisling the fur.
I was desired, like never before,
But to late,
I'd closed that door.