Who I was...

Who I was?

Was I any different

From myself today

Yes... definitely 

I remember, a beautiful sight

Short but spunky

Beautiful; naturally

Alas, I had no inclination in me

I could not speak 

I could not converse

I tried and tried

My efforts, to waste

I loved and lost

But to realise

It would not have worked out

Beauty is taken

Not by me or friend

But by someone else

Who could speak

Could converse

The better of me

I weep for the beauty

My sorrow grows stronger

Could I forget

No, I could not

I have attempted

But failed

I love it still

The Beauty

My only love

My only hope

Now I grow cold

My heart, way to waste

But in all and all

Could I have been any better

No, I could not

No, I could not

Oh beauty, ever so great

Could you give me the chance?

Could you?

Or at least

Leave me to peace?