Blink

There was something about you, I kid you not
Was it the pink, or a mere blink...

Centuries since then have passed now
and that remains still fresh as snow

Riding high, the moments then
Unfazed, the emotions; Unscathed still

Entrenched then, all that be
Encroached thence, as life could see

Forbidden, forlorn... full of glee
The sun shines, the testimony.