Stripping Passion of Feelings

Long I hoarded my priceless treasure of silver coins hidden from her unsuspecting glance, this alloy of glittering metals was a curse; I kept it guarded as gold in a greedy manner. If the daintiest daisy is plucked to guess the other lover's thought, I pull off the petals of this blue rose to undo all the delusive images embellished in prose; isn't truth a spring from which gushes only pure water? Once lips are kissed, a sworn promise is forever sealed; I forfeited mine by giving her less and receiving more, selfish heart: your guilt is the palpable beat of my sad regret stripping passion of feelings that no longer implore. Other women's eyes with that pretty shade of light blue won't be a strong attraction to me: yours never fades into any sunset.