Our love blossomed floral foliage,
resplendent with vernal scents.
Animated hearts hummed sanguine tunes,
life reveled under a canopy of euphoria.
And then windmills of change rattled a strife,
a squall of distrust blew whorls of inky smoke
suffocating me in virulent fumes.
Fidelity eclipsed felicity,
my bruised heart bled red.
I patched up my wounded heart with a promise
to let it remain vacant forever.
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