Bitter Truth

Relaxing in the comfort of your
Cozy lap and safe environ,
The restful nights of peace
And ecstatic days of fun.

Our lush green lawn
Where I cycled with joy,
My childhood and teenage
 Years, so much I did enjoy.

Then the melancholic moment came
When the sanctuary I had to leave,
For countless dawns and dusks,
In loneliness I did grieve.

Bereft of your warm caress,
Wistful nostalgia enveloped me,
I had separation pangs as a 
Flower bud plucked from a tree.

Outwardly, a show of pretence
To be happy and content,
But my heart was broken and
Soul filled with torment. 
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