My feet are strewn with rose petals; Confetti rains on my jeweled crown; Graces pour in on my sharp ears - My cheeks beam in golden brown. From farthest corners I hear praises; Distasteful words are just a few; I sit in silence in your presence - But I hear no word from you. I dressed in the finest yarn of silk; I wore my hair in a flowing knot; Though the mirror didn't disappoint - To laud me, once again, you forgot. I turned heads wherever I walked; I strutted about in sparkling shoes; Those awed gazes meant nothing - For they did not come from you. You spoke of poetry you composed; For your many beloveds of old; With letters, roses, hugs and kisses - You robed them in purest gold. When I flaunt my finest jewellery, Dazzle in pearls and sapphire blue, They blind the rich, royal and elite - But their light doesn't reach you. You maintain your cone of silence; Nothing beyond making quick love; I wonder why you never let me go - As I stare at the blank space above. I gift you my love, time and youth; I glorify our love in shades of hue; When I ask you what is so wrong - Your answers are short and few. You say your feelings do not waver; Your mind is as firm as a solid rock; I say I'm weary of your discrepancies - You react in utter disbelief and shock! We burn out in the trying test of fire; Together, we barely make it through; While I perish in the scorching flames - I’ll know I was never meant for you.
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