Paradox ? 'No love'

Standing in the woods on a cold winters eve, dark silhouettes swarming, dispersing fragile spindles in an arm like stretch - branches casting shadows - a reminder of a bitter sweet regret,
peering into the waters, overlooking the bridge where lovers used to reside - all turned bitter within the blink of an eye
.. rivers begin to swirl and stride in response to the overwhelming heartache, eyes brimming with  tears - ones that tell a million stories, not all clear to understand.. but some underlining story tells of a once love.. cast out by the rest, and distinguished, the result, taking on the form of blood.
Golden and tender flashbacks return to the mind, but fading. A blurry mess taking its form.. until it burns out - the faint mist of ash and regret slithering out into the night.. returning a bitter feeling, and a morose smile, that would fit the description of the perfect pessimist, one  that I have become,
our hands led away - the final crack of cement, breaking apart our bond, the tender and fragile feeling that occurred within our heart,
I swore that they would never take you,
I put it on my life... but they found a way... and now -
I'll leave that thought for fate...