Apotheosis

The rain seems to have lost its charm,

When I am not in your arms;

The sea has lost its tides,

Never inspired me more than your strides.

What should I write in my page of life?

My fantasies are baked with love and hope;

I may loiter and get back to the ride,

But never in that road.

Sometimes pains outperforms the tears in your eyes,

But yours – all lies;

Sometimes hunger is an act of the heart,

Colorful bubbles of life but dies.

I triumphed many an act of life,

Lost in the final fight!

My remorse often challenges my might,

Never reclaimed my light!