in a hamlet of long ago bitterness
there knocked a sought-after bliss
he who shyly opened the door
smiled in awe, instantly adored
a promising, young Eve.
a man in his authoritative prime
willingly let the young woman in
they shared a giggle and together dined;
moonstruck, they enjoyed the enchantment
and savored the magical entrapment
each passing day was paradise
no room for a single disguise
though each happened in surprise
no one wouldn’t have surmised
an ending so sudden and amiss.
“what went wrong?” one would ask
love, devotion and so with trust
engulfed the house of dusk
no questions, without a doubt
a couple they were in love.
could be the many springs
where budding tulips and roses
of each life time he sees?
did she count the days or years,
or autumn’s surrendering leaves?
ah, a score and a day has it been
the seasons of life they have seen
reckoned the years and let them in
life is doomed, love forever wasted
now, they are nothing but ruined.