Of all my young and foolish tries and
each of those have wounded me
there was a monarch justly placed
by virtue of capacity
my shaking self dared to love
where no young lady satiates
my unsure self dared to love
time herself in moments of
the illusion of a sturdy house on
reality of shifting sands
but time was cruel and turned her cheek
taking things I thought were mine
everything I thought was me
were leaves upon the flow of time
She took the summer, took the snow
Broke all value I could know
She switched my standing, stole my face
and twists the meaning of a phrase
I loved her for her certainty
She left me like an easy sigh
She leaves me like an easy sigh
And hurts a question
Who am I?