Lost Too Soon

My relationship with her

was newborn and fresh

smelling of perfume

and hot breath.

Full of potential

Where would it go?

All these sublime possibilities

I would never know.

For she was taken from me

before the winter's snow.

Before time had dimmed

love's perfect glow.

I met the Ideal

before it became Real

and now

I cannot heal.

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[Anotherlifemaybe]

Rhyming is simply perfect, Amazing work I actually enjoyed reading this.