Our love began at dawn;
it was newly born like the sun each day,
illuminating its surroundings
even in the darkest times.
Our love grew in the morning;
it blossomed like a new flower,
naïve and unaware of its surroundings,
ignoring the possibility of weeds.
Our love thrived during the midday;
it stood strong like a newly found civilization,
filled with many different opportunities
and endless amounts of potential.
Our love swayed in the afternoon;
it was unsteady like an aged swing,
not serving its full purpose
and often filled with disappointment.
Our love deteriorated in the evening;
it was scattered like an unpieced puzzle.
All of the progress we made was collapsing
and being broken beyond repair.
Our love vanished at dusk;
it escaped like a con artist,
leaving no traces behind,
trying to disappear from my mind.
Our love was murdered during the night;
it had perished like our two innocent souls,
tearing us apart,
and ruining our beings.
Our love haunted me at midnight;
it tormented my soul like a demon
and left me in agonizing pain,
alone in my darkest hours.