In love, love with the way that you looked at me, how you spoke, the contours of your face, I traced them, memorized them cherished them,
I was so infatuated, the very idea of you, thrills, shivers, fluttering.
How could I have known, how?
Complications, hesitations, reservations, pressure would end things in a heap of flames... silence now reigns?
Love was a spark,
an ember burning in my heart.
Coal to ashes, fires burned,
Flames to dark pitch,
now a silent stone.