Tainted Love

A dreamy beginning.
The feeling of ecstasy.
I had not been there in a long time.
Visited it after a year.
Now it's only a reason for another rhyme.

Loneliness had become a habit.
The self had become a pathetic seducer.
Morose thoughts of abandonment.
Striking new shots every other day.
Leading a retarded, lonely life in detachment.

She came suddenly like a bright flame.
A match struck in the dark.
To bring me back from the dead.
To revive me, give my soul purpose.
To free me from my chains of solitude.

Then began a wondrous new era.
An unforgettable pleasurable new time.
It was enriching, fulfilling and filled with joy.
The light had vanquished the dark.
But this was only life's major ploy.

There was a fresh breath in my lungs.
A skip in my step.
Always a smile on my face.
She had given me a second wind.
It felt heavenly every time in her tight loving embrace.

It was a time of peace and tranquility.
We had surrendered to each other.
My life was solely for her.
I had given her my heart.
And she had given me hers.

We had some beautiful moments together.
Times never to be forgotten.
Most that I relive even today.
The best phase of my life yet.
If only it did not end in dismay.

The torch had finally burnt out.
The fire of passion burnt for ten months.
To finally fizzle out in the cold draught.
Rendering all else lifeless like a mortuary.
Helpless, the past was what i sought.

Never did I understand what led to that end.
Though ponder over it I did day and night.
To no end, no ultimate conclusion.
The truth deceived me, though I looked it in the eye.
It glared back, as if to give me my ultimatum.

Never was a time more painful.
Never before had my head hurt so.
Nothing could cure my ailment.
For the pangs of lost love have no medicine.
For by then, her feelings had gone, her love was absent.

But time took care of me, as it must.
A month on after fighting a losing battle, I look on.
The past is a colourful place to visit.
Now I can think with peace again.
Love still exists, only the romance is absent.

“Moving on” is a phrase only fools use.
Because then, none would revisit their past.
But in fools' words, she has moved on and so must I.
And so, this is my final verse to my tainted lover.
Adieu to you, my dear; this is my last goodbye.

PS. This post comes on a date that would have been important. That is why the so-called wait.