To Whom I Loved

We met that summer, when the tall grass was

Dying and the frog croaks grew bold at night.

Our faces forever smiling, seeing, loving

--From the sky above.

Age is a number, they said. A mindset upon

What male/female desires from within.

Our love pure, time tested like a clock

Nothing and no one will come in between.

I loved with a love so pure, then, you took

That love and twisted it, no longer feeling like that summer.

Pain, anguish, hatred – feelings I thought

I would never have, changed like the years

A surmountable growth will come.

Over and under, along with the days my

True self will appear and from the darkness

Will come the light.