Dead Magical Moment

Was it a curse Meeting you on those golden shores Of sublime dawns that bless When my affection passion no longer flows? Was it a hex Having the wonderful waves caress Our legs afore ebbing into the sparkling waters As we stood on those super sands That I should consider the waning waves Had my love zeal, my love will waned? Never to love again? Never to clasp beauty Again? My heart is love devoid, oh, my love; a skeleton Of former passions. The fragrant floret I plucked for you Is wrinkled, And no other is able to resuscitate it No matter the watering!