Eunice
Amada Paul Israel@israelamadapaul172464
11 days ago
Oh Eunice, my first love,
Why did you choose to let go of me?
You, the mistress of a foul game,
You stung me with love, sweet yet cruel,
And I fell for you faithfully,
Only to find you denying me your heart.
In the twilight of dreams we shared,
Your laughter echoed, a haunting refrain,
But shadows danced where light once gleamed,
And hope turned to ashes, whispering pain.
You played with my heart like a fickle breeze,
A tempest of emotions, wild and free,
Yet in your eyes, I glimpsed a fleeting truth,
A love that could never truly be.
Oh Eunice, my bittersweet muse,
How I longed for the warmth of your embrace,
But you slipped away, like sand through my fingers,
Leaving behind a heart that still chases your trace.
Though time may fade the sting of your absence,
Your name remains etched within my soul,
Oh Eunice, my first love,
You were the story I never could control.
