Now, it was a decade

First love of crusade

Blooming queen spade

Abroad in crown shade

So immature to tell feel

So innocent to court steal

 Still, vibrant to ride wheel

Heart of young lad in kneel

Words unspoken by mute angle

Writings stunned as shining bangle

Friendship of six in smooth tangle

Set aside by a coward dangle

So simple, so finesse, so beautiful

So kind that it kills my so-called cheerful

So perfect, so ideal, so real to purple

So intricate to own by a crumple

Playful destiny ruins individuality

It painfully weakens veins to reality

It succumb silence to heal brutality

But not to lifetime’s criticality