Not strong enough to free myself,
my kindred held the key;
unlocking all true joys in life,
I gently, worshiped thee.

Through his eyes I watched us dance with love
and laugh with utmost glee.
With his faith I saw perfection,
as I viewed all that was "us",
as I rejoiced in "we".

With his gentleness he loved me pure,
an angel I could be.
A flower sure to bloom someday,
he was the sun that nourished me.

With utmost honesty, my soul I shared
unveiling more than he should see.
I then watched his disappointed eyes.
I lost him.
Silly me.

In pain, I hate myself once more.
Alone again; most naturally.