Not an Ode

About ode poems.

Forbidden love and hidden tryst

You are the mistress of my life.

What started a slow burn in the crystal night

Turned out a wildfire in the forest of my life.

Thy was beautiful upon first sight,

Until thy reared its ugly head.

The sweet nothings spoken at night

Did nothing for my hearts clear cries.

For the treachery during the day

Made it impossible to sweep me away.

I couldn't understand what you were,

But it wasn't meant to be if I could get this far.