Rose-Coloured Glasses

Please love me

Words of desperation?

Not exactly.

But rather, a longing

A yearning for yesterday
When I was your queen
Your pride, your joy
On your arm, you proudly wore me
Bright and new- for all the world to see.

I reminisce of time past
When I came before all else
When your best smile, thought and deed, for me were reserved
Of a time when peace, joy and laughter
Beautifully co-habited in a sacred place
Preserved exclusively for us
When love filled our hearts and intertwined our beings into a single existence.

With reckless abandon we exhibited our love
Our affection- boundless
In the world- the population was two
Number two- signifying me and you
Our world-complete-
The flame of our passion, inextinguishable
Like Simon and Daphne- for each other, we burned.

With the lapse of time and distance
A change happened
Seemingly non-existent at first
We brushed it off as dust on a warm harmattan day
Then the crevices became visible
Yet these were deemed insignificant
In denial, we built a garden of deception
Where we watered thorns that grew in the cracks of our love
To our garden we tended and with time it flourished
What a bloom! A perfect harvest of lies, tears and mistrust.

Then my rose-coloured glasses shattered
And with every tiny shard
My vision was restored.