Our Love

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.