A lifetime ago, I loved you,
Good intentions died in your splendorous smile.
A whole lifetime ago,
The caress of your lips said goodbye;
Lonely, desolate, ignorant child, I,
I’d never known death.
But the dead remain unforgotten,
The memory of you evokes a pain
that hell would envy.
A terrible piece from the past, and even more terrible is that, despite the idea of eternal love, I haven’t a clue as for whom I wrote this. I suspect this was some kind of exercise and not something from my own experience.