It felt good

It felt good, that time.....
Love blossoming like a flower in may;
To songs of sorrow that I played.

And yet I seemed more careful then,
To gaze upon the angel’s face,
To wait in hope for her embrace.

Yet she did not look my way, not once;
And left me to my own regard
Alone all I sit here, feeling all these scars.

Though words cannot now comfort me,
While dark emotions raze my soul
Bereft of care and dignity, the heart with time grows cold.

It felt good, that time.......