SORAYA AVENUE

Your mere presence made my broken heart race,

With throbs at once exquisite and forlorn,

But each moment we were in the same place

Convinced me I had no more cause to mourn.

You were just as I had remembered you;

Your eyes flashed like onyx set in diamonds,

Your skin was velvet gold – exotic hue -

Your jet black hair swung loose in silky fronds.

Your voice fluttered and flew with sweet laughter –

Another clue that this vision was really you –

You even had to meet someone after,

Waiting there on Soraya Avenue.

I woke and promptly damned my delusion;

I was betrayed, duped in my seclusion.