How amiable those ages were,
when innocence fluttered cheerful smirks.
Once the time of knitted nerves,
swore for an eternal must.
Ranting about the world so candid,
a layer of deception shrouded on her.
Dreary nights passing each day,
fell her soul into some gloomy mud.
Twisted their ways into clumsy turns,
divulged all love to ruthless words.
Casual mournings held their verve,
Never drew back their hopeless amour.