Tempest

I was I, myself; before
I met that breath taking
beauty. She is a tempest!
My Friends warned me; yet her
Smile lured me. We met,
We mingled until I lost
Myself in her and then
She left; no not alone
But with my heart and soul.


To wise advice I heed no more.
Now lost in love that man of reason
I am no more.


Khaadim