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The Phase

 
If only we’d had more time;
I didn't take her with me, but she was never left behind.
Forever young yet not naïve, her memory lives on in my mind.

Once a bloom ago, there was a girl, all wit and full of vie.
None could touch the living hurricane; less understood how she came to be.
Long tresses swished and swirled as she sashayed through fair ladies’ court
Young men’s lustful gaze cast collectively throughout the eve.

Wistfully I gazed upon this force of nature, not just a lowly maid
Eyes of indigo a'winking, the entire world her stage.

Hours passed, dusk turned to dark, yet still she spun
A tale of mirth and romance wrapped in tantalising sage.
Death never seemed so far as when I was with her;
As bold daylight rose, my decision made.

Morning light shone fairly on her skin
Omniscient light without and within.
Few moons went by afore my heart evinced
Everlasting love - of this I was convinced.

Though her beauty near immortal, her being was not so;
I watched my lovely lady decline, her raging waves reduced to ebbing flow.
Mortally ill, my goddess departed through a foggy haze - Alas!
Everlasting love is but a phase.
Written by Candor
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