A love I once invisoned,
now gone
with the Autumn wind.
A love I only hoped
for,
now written
as another
luckless romance.
But I,
the fool who in the beginning
knew this was
only going to be a
fling
for the moment,
but still believed
that
this time everything
could have
been different,
but once again
wrong I was..

It is I
who is to blame
for ever believing
that a woman
in your caliber
could ever
grow feelings
for a man
that his only words
are enscripted
in a peace of paper.