Love Forever Lost

Then on a Sunday we would go for A stroll, across fields of spring Soaked grass, Hard to recall how long ago, Perhaps eight years or more, Struck with such awe, Holding hands, two star-crossed Lovebirds of teenage innocence we were, No one could shake the bond that We had back then, Dissenting voices of our kin, were But mere thorns, shaken off, Her band glowed brightly in the Light of the midday sun, A ruby or two, a small sum for your Love indeed, As envious mouths made many a Weary comment, silent upon deaf Ears, all just meaningless to us, The doubters lay waiting to justify Their frowns, But only to be met with cold faces Of defiance, Then without single warning, the Seasons passed and leaves turned From their prettiest greens to their Dullest of browns, As if granted by some bitter Matron of jealousy, Green eyed foes of young love, Embraced a wish come true, Snow fell for the final time, as Scarlet hearts were shattered like Breaking ice on a frozen pond late At night, Greying drops of sadness, Splashed far down upon hands Pulling apart, in the most opposite Of directions, Like apples turned brown, once Bitten, left to decay, Love lay rotten, beneath the tree From which it had fallen, A decade of happiness, left raw And exposed to busy flies of Chatter, and malicious gossip, An unstoppable machine, had been Stopped, An infinite bond was now finite, a Paradise had been lost, Fields of spring no longer bring Happiness to that of a broken Heart, and the leaves remain Forever brown, Locked in this cold eternal winter, For how many years, unable to Express any hope, only fears, These tears are all that line the Place where your ruby band once Lay to rest, forever lost to loves Wilderness.