Love once full of wonder now has turned to dust,
the tarnished metal of devotion has now begun to rust.

Joy that once promised to last till we'd grown old,
now turned into sorrow, eats my heart like painful mold.

Devotion once so sure and true, lies rotting at my feet,
dropped in the moment I learned I'd never be complete.

My dreams lie fallen, like the brittle autum leaves,
though dead, they're more beautiful, than the now barren tree.