Cruelty of Time

Young siren,

with eyes as blue as the Aegean,

lips as red as ruby,

skin as soft as silk.

Our paths only crossed for a brief moment.

What remains now is only a distant memory,

memory of your beautiful face,

of a youthful and innocent time.

What is left now is only a deep longing,

for a sweet feeling,

that time could never replicate.

Time is an assassin and a thief.

It murders the beauty of youth,

erases its innocence,

and steals its laughter.

But I keep your memory deep inside of me,

under lock and key,

and beyond the reach of time.