Of Her

Her

My eyes locked with hers as she walked into the room
An entrancing aura that stole my attention, and refused to give it back
Her smile forced one of my own, a widened grin goofy with intent
Nervousness bloomed in my chest, but I refused to look away
For warmth and tenderness combated the awkwardness
With each passing, extended glance

How ignorant was I
To believe I had found true love?
To believe I had found happiness incarnate?
For this brief love was replaced by an everlasting loathe
Wrapped tight by depression, hours spent soundlessly weeping, silently pondering
How this feeling of joy was masqueraded by a facade of sadness

To see her slender face, her glistening turquoise gems for eyes
So beautiful on their own and without context
Is to send me back into a solemn and gaunt state
Where I huddle in the caves of my echoing mind
Thunderously weeping, audaciously pondering
Where did those feelings vanish?
Of Her