Once upon a time, I fell in love,
Her voice was like an angel's,
I placed her on a pedestal, high n above,
Ignored everything that was said about her, all labels.
I was a mere mortal full of imperfections,
Falling in love was a rare happiness for me,
Nothing could wean me off my affection and addiction,
But then life forced open my eyes and see.
My goddess was a stranger now, a different soul,
On the pedestal that I had placed her,
she had started to change, not in parts, but in whole,
And when I saw her again, all I saw was a blur.
A blur of the image that I had,
With a smile on her lovely lips,
She touched my cheek and her touch made me sad,
For the touch felt like the sting of a thousand whips.
She reached towards me and kissed me,
And ripped my heart into pieces,
For the kiss was one of hatred, that was plain to see,
Thus I waited for her judgement and the impending consequences.
She let go of me and walked away,
While I stood there and gazed at her,
Life was more cruel,now it seems, today,
It seems my own actions and affections were the saboteur.
Now at the end of my life,
I stand at the pearly gates and I am asked; Did I ever love someone?; Was I loyal?,
Tis the question to decide my afterlife,
And I laughed and said,Let me tell you the story of the betrayal.
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