Lost Love

My life is unveiled in a poem --- a poem of dark, sadness and pain This poem breathes and breathes with darkest experience; no gain Thou it rhymes in perfection, yet lasting heart aches and despairs it only brings to chain innocent soul for years in peripheral solitude, I remember the first morn of April when I met you like a naked lady on a shoreline rocks braving the passing wind; you glow with your pink smile you’ve shown me the morning sunshine, but as it fades away your beauty loses its integrity