Cruel Love Or Not

The light catamaran sailed swiftly Before the breezy, gusty wind Out towards the open azure sea. We sat together under a vermilion sail, The fresh air sighing through our hair. My love was suddenly ablaze, In the soft afternoon heat, In the luminous and lucent light. We played in a flamboyant spirit, Feeling splendid and tender, soft and lambent. We snuggled up towards each other, An idyllic moment. He felt she was the woman of his life. Soon we returned to port, happy and contented. Then she dressed up and left, Not even a smile or a backwards glance. It broke my heart in two. Little noticing she had left her card behind.