(Shakespeare would be impressed. Edit – no he wouldn’t, it’s not strict iambic pentameter. But let’s call it practice.)

I once loved you from afar

Your freshness like a dew-soaked rose

A silver cloud, a shining star

You passed me by with upturned nose

Then down the line you said good day

Your youthful dreams had not worked out

Your petals dropped and sad to say

My own life plans had come about

It was too late the chance had gone

I waited long but then I left

Your shimm’ring light would still have shone

Our lives entwined you not bereft

And now I see you’ve gone to seed

No more than a tangled weed