Love's Oblivion

She wove a tapestry of tender grace, A silken thread of affection's embrace. He, a tempest, a tempestuous soul, Cast shadows deep, beyond control. She, a beacon, radiant and bright, Bathed him in the aureate light Of her devotion, pure and true, But he, oblivious, sailed through. He, an incubus, a fleeting guise, Lured her with illusory skies. She, with an albatross of adoration, Yearned for a flight, a love above. But he, a maelstrom, dark and deep, Dragged her down to the ocean's keep, Where hope, a fragile, opalescent gleam, Drowned in the abyss of his cold, cruel dream.